Thundercats and Carp in the poo hatch of 2015

We went Carping because the meteorologists were anticipating a horrendous storm.  The majority of our usual spots were forecast to be rained out and blown out.  If we would brave the weather we’d do it close enough to home that it wouldn’t be too much of a run back with our tails between our legs.

First look was promising, Carp riding really shallow in the flooded grass on the river banks.  Len the Carp whisperer quickly hooked up, then the heavens opened.  We endured it until the wind came up, and started the walk back to the cars.

Then Leonard spotted something, stacks of catfish on the surface.  A drain (or sewer) had been opened , and the faeces filled water poured into the river.  Every single Sharptooth catfish within a sniff was here, the scene not unlike an Okavango catfish run.

We had discussed these tricky guys in the week leading up, and Leonard hadn’t managed to convince any of these lock jawed ones to eat.  Not today.

First cast in and Len was on, I quickly ran down the bank and slipped in, just downstream.  Sis.  I quickly forgot the smell and hooked up too.  Instant double!  This continued for an hour as we got our asses handed to us on 6 weights and 3x, but we did manage to land a few of the smaller ones and had a blast doing it.

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Smelling like ass and soaking wet we decided to head into town for coffee.  On return we were happy to find that the carp were as hungry as the cats, and Len managed his best day on the river.  My favourite moment was watching him stalk what I was convinced wasn’t a fish in some flooded grass.  This pig of a fish then pulled him under the floating grass beds and into the fast flow of the river in full storm flow, while Len slowly won the tug of water I photographed the tailing fish putting on a show downstream and then returned to help him land it.

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Its amazing how your forget about your surroundings when you’re having fun, and only yesterday did I realize how bad the storm was when I saw the pictures on the front page of the newspapers.

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5 thoughts on “Thundercats and Carp in the poo hatch of 2015”

  1. Garnet Prince says:

    Nice work and great images. Can’t help feeling a bit queasy after reading this though. 🙂

  2. Ray says:

    Love this story…the scene of you two walking into a coffee shop smelling of ass!

  3. Platon says:

    Those barbel seem to love the drain pipes when it rains, they were shooting up there a lot this winter as well. But I have often wondered about the smell there because above the town the river mainly runs through farmland. I’m not sure if you have noticed the smell of rotting grapes and old wine, it’s very similar. So I think the smell has a lot to do with the wineries rainwater from cleaning their cellars which have pipes that run into the river. I’d be curious to know how much of the smell is from what we assume.

  4. Rex fey says:

    U guys find very creative ways to entertain yourselves. Great read

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