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  1. Yesterday I drove to Belconnen to drop off a CD and decided to do a drive by my favourite Drive through. Big Rooster. They are one of my favourite chip makers. Just as I was about to turn right into the driveway, I noted that there was a guy fishing right out in front of it. Big Rooster in Belconnen is right on Lake Ginninderra (or however you spell it) He'd hooked up and it looked to be giving him a rough time of it, so it was interesting to hold up the queue in front of the microphone and turn back to see if he landed anything. Keep in mind that the lake is about four feet down from the edge. After fulfilling my need for a Rooster Roll and Chips, I parked in the carpark and went down to investigate. There were actually two young guys about 19 or 20 and they'd just netted a carp of about 4.5 to 4.8 kg. I watched one guy get two more in another 15 minutes. Both about that size. I watched as they baited up with RED ROOSTER CHIPS! While I had a bit of a laugh, it was certainly doing the trick. Who knows how many other people had sat right where they were and flung their excess chips to the ducks.... who wouldn't have always got everything. So while his mate caught the big ones, the second guy told me of his larger fish the previous fortnight. He said that it was a metre long and weighed 15kg. Of course, I gave this the credibility it deserves. Until I said the magic "Pictures or it didn't happen". At that point, he whipped out his Samsung Galaxy and showed me the longest carp I've ever seen in Australia. It wasn't real fat, but it was still huge. He was holding it up in several different shots so I gave in and asked more about it. Apparently it hooked up on their 10lb rods and stripped line until they panicked that it was going to take the lot. (They hadn't really filled their reels to the brim for a start.) They said that it was jumping out of the water quite a distance out. Eventually, they managed to bring it in and of course.... had no landing net. And it's a not inconsiderable drop to the water. As I was wondering how it all went down, the second guy chimed in and related how he'd ripped his pants off and had jumped in over the side so it wouldn't escape. This appeared to inspire more actual mirth between the two than anything else. It would have been up to this guys waist at least and who knows how many shopping trolleys lie just beneath the surface? Regardless, they actually weighed it. I didn't think to get them to email me the photos. I just might convince my regular fishing buddy that we need to fish closer to the lakeside restaurants in future. As long as people don't mind hurdling our rods, it should be at least handy when the chips run out.
  2. Hmm. Yes. I got off easily. Would you believe that some people would use pictures such as that as an argument that fishing was dangerous and needs to be regulated with laws and such. I tend to have much sport stirring them up. Regardless, I don't think I'd be down at the creek when it got dark. In terms of things you'd need to watch out for, it doesn't enthuse me. My other night fishing spot has far less potential to cause issues..
  3. Hmm. Mighty looking is that piscatorial porker there, Chris. I was incredibly lucky in not breaking anything on snags although some weed strands and a low branch did provide some entertainment for a while. It is odd to pull on your line and see a carp head pop out of the water so far away as a branch reaches down to grab it.. Luckily, it headed in the right direction when I gave it some slack. As it turns out, six days after wondering if I'd need stitches, my mouth had healed to the point where the scab came off. This could only be because last Saturday was my birthday and we've apparently evolved to prioritise being able to eat birthday cake without any pain. I've had mosquito bites for three weeks that have done virtually nothing. Makes you wonder..... I've always been a bit wary of sinkers under line tension. Nylon line itself under stress has caused some nasty injuries. When I used to fish under the Port Bridge in Adelaide, some guy got caught on something and decided to pull his snag free. He grabbed the spool and walked backwards. Someone yelled at him to hold it to the side and he must have figured it was a good idea as he instantly did so. He disappeared behind a bit of bridge and I looked away. A few seconds after that, I heard a loud metallic hollow bang come from his direction. . Then I heard the swearing from someone else. From what I gather, the hook link let go and the sinker missed him, but didn't miss someone elses car. They appeared to be less than amused by it all. Since then, I've pulled my snags out with arm 90 degrees to the side. Oddly, I've never had anything happen since. Losing an eye would be much worse than losing teeth. I can happily think of a few people who I'd be glad to see diving in after their rod though. Maybe I should introduce some more people to fishing....
  4. The first foray of the year happened yesterday and it wasn't without some interesting occurrences. Our normal fishing choices in the lake have been slightly distroyed of potential by the amount of floating shrubbery. This was imported by that minor flooding of all the inlets a month or so ago. In the quest to clean up the lake, a couple of guys in a boat spend their days removing the forest of driftwood and putting it in piles in the shallows. Other crews stack it up. I have chanced by one such stack piled as big as a greyhound bus. Regardless, we decided that seeing our favourite spot had been turned into a subsurface shrubbery, we'd take our chances with Sullivans Creek near the University boathouse. http://maps.google.com.au/?ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Canberra+Australian+Capital+Territory&ll=-35.28184,149.112349&spn=0.001629,0.003431&t=h&z=19 When you've not taken the extra steps of finding out what is on the bottom, we assumed that the best idea was to pepper some arcs with groundbait and try and fish those arcs. Then of course, my spod rod reel sheared off the line clip on the second cast. So I managed to keep the spomb in a two metre line rather than a half metre line. We figured that it wouldn't be so critical as the area was significantly reduced and there was a slight movement in the water to leave a burley trail rather than a burley cloud. Once that was achieved, we set up and proceeded to relax. Normally we don't expect much action until about 3pm, so starting at 12.30 gave us some time to sit around and fix the problems of the world. Small turtles inhabit the lake, although you tend not to see them very often. One the size of a meat pie popped its head out of the water and looked at us for a second, but a move towards the landing net saw it turn around with a surprising amount of speed. It startled a large carp that looked silvery in the few moments that it revealed its presence. Throughout the day, carp cruised unseen in the turgid brown water meer feet from our chairs. Only our movements spooked them and it was quite interesting to see the amount of activity that was so close. After half an hour of not much happening, we had just decided that it was going to be a quiet day. Then the detectors started cheeping enough to get us out of the chairs and taking up strike positions. This of course, always means that nothing happens. In between the lights fading and our chairs once again taking the strain, our quiet time was punctuated by joggers, cyclists and pedestrians enjoying the humidity. The hotter it gets here, the less they wear. Being near a residential uni always has some benefits. All of a sudden, the strikes started to happen. These were viscious. So hard and fast that my spools over ran and I had to dial in some baitrunner drag. I've NEVER had to do that before. We didn't have room to set up chairs behind our rods so each run was longer than it had to be. Although I practice the action of knocking the baitrunner lever off as I set the hook, sometimes it doesn't come off quite as smoothly as I'd like. There were a few times there that I helped the over run along, to the amusement of my fishing buddy. I've found that it is hard to get a feel for the size of a fish if you're constantly changing rod lengths and before we managed to bring these fish in, we had no idea of how big they were going to be. All I can say is that even the little ones were putting up a hell of a fight. Zig zagging left and right at a surprising speed and heading for snags like hungry shoppers outside Bunnings during fundraising night. (Australians-only humour). The extra two feet of rod length was handy for keeping the line out of low trees and putting sideways pressure on the fish near the reeds. I didn't have much trouble, mainly due to luck. My fishing buddy lost two in the weeds and one in the snags. He also had one ferocious take which just straight snapped him off. This must have annoyed him no end as he popped the 6lb off without a word. We have an unwritten rule that he who uses the strongest is the softest. I use this to renegotiate handicaps when comparing the days total weight. I have stuck with braid and he's returned to mono. A fact which would prove to be unfortunate for me a bit later. I've gone to flurocarbon hook links despite the added stiffness. For some reason, I've been getting broken off at a similar place below the top loop knot with the mono that I used to use. I couldn't find an explanation for it other than just lame mono. The new stuff seems to have sorted it. The inordinate amount of hard takes and escapes continued, much to our delight and frustration. There's always a chance of interesting times when multiple lines are out. For the first time ever, I had two savage takes with solid hookups within seconds of each other. Scarcely had I set the hook on the first then the second line started screaming. It's odd to think of how long a rod in a holder can peel line before it starts to sound like an eternity. In all honesty, it was probably longer than a "Home and Away" Star's singing career, but shorter than Ricky Pontings defence of the Ashes. I called my companion over to take the reigns on that one, while I watched my line ski up and down the other side of the creek. Barely had he taken over, when his rig lit up with a banshee wail. He handed my second rod back to me and ran over to sort things out. His run was cut short with a spontaneous unhooking so he reaquired my second rod and we both bought our energetic carp in while doing the fishing maypole dance on the squelchy limited bank area. He decided to elect that carp to my total, even though I maintained that it was actually his. Minutes later, his lines went off again and as I stood by with the net, after a tremendous struggle we got to see a very nice mirror carp of about 2.5 kg roll in the water right under the rod tip, before it too shed the hook and disappeared. At this point, we blamed the turtle for coaching the carp into tormenting us. Things were quiet for a little while and then I was suddenly on net duty again as the carp that appeared to be on proton energy pills bent the wrapped carbon tapered rod into a nicely curved arch in the hands of my piscatorial activities companion. Remember that he is using mono. As he got the fish closer to the bank, I stepped in front and knelt down, submerging the big net which the fish duly swam over. I stepped up and back as I lifted the net and then something flashed into my cone of vision. I hadn't even started to wonder what was going on before something smacked me hard in the face and things went blurry. (I'm glad to report that although the carp was now unhooked, I managed to pull the top of the net forward before dropping it.) I'm not sure if I beat it to the ground, but I couldn't speak for a bit as the pain subsided. At least localised pain lets you figure out what has been hit. Then I realised what had happened. Our netting procedure in close quarters had seen me enter the danger zone at precisely the wrong time. I had been smacked by a one ounce sinker. My action of lifting the net must have somehow unhooked the fish. A centimetre lower would have taken out one or two of my front teeth. Lifting my head slightly, I proposed a new rule about rod tension when the fish is over the net. I had quite a bit of blood on my forearms and it had ended up on my sunglasses which explains why things went blurry. After it stopped bleeding and swelled up, I decided that it was on the borderline of requiring stitches, but hell, the fishing was still good. It might scar, but on the plus side, people won't hate me for being beautiful any more and Brad Pitt might get some more pinup work now. Things settled down a bit after that anyway and after a while some people showed up and gathered around a car that had been there when we arrived. It appeared that their key had stopped opening their doors, which happens occasionally due to uneven wear. I helped them open up with a bit of coathanger wire and a few years of experience which must have looked odd. Here am I with a swelled split lip and blood all over my face, forearm and shirt sleeves. Once they were sorted, they inquired as to what we were doing, so I gave a quick lecture on the theory and practice of specialised carp fishing, showing the flashing lights and beeps of the bite detector. (That's always popular and novel around here.) Baiting up with corn on a hair rig was demonstrated, along with the tendency of the knotless knots tendency to turn the hook toward anything it bends around. That also is something which impresses people who don't know of it. Much discussion was had as to this method of fishing and the trio then said that it's a pity that nothing was happening. Barely had the words escaped their lips, than the rod at their feet tried to climb out of the pod as the line came out of the spool against the increased baitrunner drag. (no more birdnesting over-runs for THIS little black (and bloodstained) duck) After twenty seconds of fight, this one also escaped the hook. So for timing and putting on a show, it was quite a good day. I still can't get over how hard these fish fought for their size. My total haul was 11.7 kg across six fish banked. I had at least four break offs. The biggest weighed of mine was 2.87 kg and 3.2 was the biggest between the two of us. I even managed to play one for a bit while back in my chair. The mirror that escaped looked to be bigger than any of the others, but that's always the way. At least we both saw it. If this is any indication of the year ahead, I daresay that a lot of corn is going to be spent feeding the fish. I hope you guys have managed to stay out of the flood zones and have an even better start to the year than I have. Just watch your lines of force with those damn sinkers on mono lines!
  5. Cool! I'll wait for things to die down a bit and go Platypus spotting while waiting for bite alarms to go off. I've never seen one before. Now I have a plan for Christmas Holidays. That super cell a few years ago killed my "no-claim" bonus..
  6. I think that their supposed advantage with oxygen extraction from water (if it exists) might help them survive the conditions. There's already reports of big fish kills in South Oz. It may get worse as rotting vegetation gets into the water in big amounts. Guess we'll have to wait and see. Some guy caught a yellow belly of reasonable size on the flooded bowling greens of Captain's Flat. So I guess it just bought comfortable seating close to the water in some areas.. Apparently someone saw a Platypus investigating the water that was under the picnic area seats in Queanbeyan... Sullivans is one of my fallback spots for some variety and now it's getting warmer, the Uni students that run along the path next to our spot have started wearing skimpier attire. So I think I'll have to test your theories on a purely scientific basis, of course Chris.
  7. What do you think, chaps? Will the carp have shunted off the effects of the floods or does rain, mud, trees, cars and general bits of detritus in their habitat just make them more inquisitive? We're booked in to see how things are on the 22nd of this month, providing the lake is cleared safe to fish after the semi treated sewerage from Queanbeyan has sluiced through the Capital's biggest lake.
  8. Sometimes the morons can be entertaining. I've got lots of tips on how to prepare a wall for future graffiti just by quietly watching. Currently though, I prefer to fish within visual range of my car. In fact, if I could have a combination of the factors that I enjoy in Canberra, easy access to the lake, convenient parking, shade, lack of wind and a path for scantily clad fit young women to randomly ride and run past on, I think I'd pay a reasonable fee to go fish there even if there wasn't a guarantee of a stocked swim.
  9. I think if someone wants to promote their own fishery, good luck to them. They might go out of their way to grow some huge carp. It's worth paying for. I'm also in favour of angling clubs as Steve suggests. Clubs have a much better education mechanism for responsible behaviour and a better feedback system if something goes wrong. It's a group of likeminded people who can then pool their resources. I don't think anyone would allow a public waterway to be leased for a commercial paying fishery. England is quite different from Australia in terms of fishing access to streams that cross land. I don't think there's anything to worry about.
  10. There is a link to the video at the top of the page. http://www.abc.net.au/landline/content/2010/s3065821.htm?site=melbourne Or you can just read the transcript.
  11. I'm very pleased with my new home made, other than the attachment/handle sliding system which will be replaced as soon as some delrin of the right size shows up. It is oversquare deep and we can now leave the fish in the water for photos, just by lifting the top of the net out of the water. It becomes a holding pen! The flat seam bottom supports them in a reasonably straight line and de-hooking is quick and straightforward. The shade cloth stays wet (a bit too much actually, at the end of the day), doesn't stick to the fish at all and has enough thickness to act as a protective layer compared to normal mesh. The only disadvantage is that I now pack a wheelie bin liner to take it home in. It just stays too wet to put it in the car without the bag.
  12. It seems to have died down a bit in the last week or so. Full moon wasn't awesome and yesterday I sat around in the spot at Lake Ginnindera with very little happening. I had a savage short run and then what appeared to be a snag. A guy on a canoe offered to check it out and pulled it up with the line fluffed. Whatever it was, was sneaky. In four hours we banked three Koi. Two at virtually the same time. My fishing buddy's brother now has a koi pond.
  13. After a bit of thought, I obtained a snapper net from Kmart and some black shadecloth from Bunnings. The plastic joiner that connects the net loop with the sliding handle is getting replaced with something custom made. It looks like it's the fusible link in the entire setup. Solid delrin or alloy. We haven't decided yet. With a stapler to tack the net together prior to sewing, the netting goes together quite easily. Finishing the bottom was straightforward as well. Leaving it in an envelope edge ensures that the fish will line up easily with the bottom of the net. (Well, at least anything as big as 85 cm or so will be kept straight.) Lake Ginnindera provided some 4 kilo carp to test it out. With the minimal hole size of the shadecloth, there is noticeable resistance in the water. This is good because it will discourage bad netting technique. Being so wide means that it's just a case of getting the fish's center of gravity over the inside edge and lifting it up. Not one fin hookup or dropping a sinker through the net for some impromptu braid/net macrame dreamcatcher construction. The mesh is reasonably thick too and you can unhook without taking the fish out of the net most often with access being so wide. The less slime layer damage, the more likely the fish will stay healthy.. There are some disadvantages though. It retains water like a sponge camel on it's monthly cycle. Great for keeping your fish wet, but not so good for getting rid of the smell! Beating it on the grass gets rid of a lot of it, but not enough. I'm going to have to transport it in a garbage bag.. Other than that, I'm extremely pleased with this home made contraption. Thanks for the suggestions, chaps!
  14. I discovered an environet in Ray's Outdoors today. I see what you mean. The mesh is still reasonably big compared to the spines. This will mean some experimentation...
  15. I wondered why nobody else on the videos seemed to be having trouble with spine hookups. Sounds like regardless of what I get, I'm going to have trouble with the spines. At least two thirds of the carp I catch require untangling. It looks like the shadecloth net is a idea that I might have to experiment with. The second biggest problem is that if it's not the fish, it's the sinkers wrapping themselves through the netting. With millimetre size netting, the only thing that will snag up is the hook..
  16. My fishing buddy is an outstanding designer/machinist. My version of "home made" is significantly different and usually a lot better than "the real deal". I'd rather throw money at him.
  17. The market for safe carp gear in Oz is non existent. That's why there is a large replacement net for a triangle set up right next to me at the moment. I thought that I'd be able to use the fiberglass spars from a tent to spread it and get the spreader bars made up. Unfortunately, the tent spars aren't long enough. Looking at it though, the sides appear to be slightly smaller than the one we already have. The base is very fine mesh. It might come down to getting a huge open mouth one from the local supermarket and stitching shade cloth into it. At least I can make it to what I want. There won't be any fast netting movements and I'll probably pick sieve krill from the water...
  18. Well, I'll make the best of it. We've hit the same place since again and I scored my smallest carp ever. A micro at 350 grams. Things weren't so fast and furious but I got broken off on the strike three times. It was very unusual as the hooklink broke in the same place, about a cm underneath the top loop knot each time. Maybe some further analysis required. Today, I scored two mirrors. The first one looked like it was in a bad way. Covered in the irregular scales of a mirror, but they looked like chewed fingernails. Also it had red blotches all over it like someone had spent time swatting mosquitos on it. It didn't look healthy at all. The second mirror was the closest I've ever come to losing a rod. The rear supports are machined to close over the rear screwed portion of the rod seat and occasionally we've had them jam during the pick up for a strike. So I seat the butt of the rod forward ON them and not IN the Without the bait runner engaged, it took a leap forward and climbed over the bite alarms. So back in the designed position from now on. Corn has been the big provider. My colleague had started in the morning on worms as he was trying to target the occasional redfin as well. The worms stopped working about midday.. Odd how that happens. Oh, the second mirror was more of a scaleless one. First one we've seen like that from the lake.
  19. My fishing buddy was so enthused with our night's poundage, he took his brother the next day and they seemed to be still on the boil. He convinced me that I should go back today as he'd peppered the area again with his own concoction of carp confectionery. We have always joked about nothing happening until at least three oclock, so I got to sit down and make some hooklinks. I'm a convert to those little sprung holders for $3.75 from Big W. It seems that some fish can't tell the time. At 2.45pm, my rod closest to the snags went off. It wasn't big, but seemed to be pretty fast. When it got close to the bank, I saw a flash of golden red colour. Yeehaa! My first Koi! My bankside companion got his first mirror of about 2.7 kg. This was a fully scaled mirror without the bare patches that my little one had. And then the biggest surprise yet. A redfin on corn! Even my girlfriend was convinced to come and sit by the water. Having never caught anything that she can remember, even after being on quite a few fishing trips, she bought in her first fish. A lethargic 3kg one which didn't give much snag hunting trouble. So it's been a good indication to us that a bait campaign is worth the few minutes of effort and cost of preparation.
  20. Well, hopefully, you guys were all out fishing last night and have tales to tell. Anybody? Now that I'm planning my fishing trips around the lunar cycle for serious nights out, I had the option to do some slightly more serious pre baiting on the selected area. I figured this time that I'd give the locale a serious distribution of the various intended baits in fine particulate form a day before, then come back at lunchtime the next day. This would be for a closer concentration of particulate and ground bait in the right area. Then of course, the normal high percentage of groundbait in the target areas right at the start of the fishing session after work the same day. I've never bothered to be so detailed before, but with creamed corn, sardines in oil and tuna oil soaked chook pellets being so cheap at the local supermarket, I figured it was a fair investment in time and money. Even if nothing happened, it was worth having a go as a learning experience. I know that at there are a few people that fish our favourite spot as sometimes they leave rod holders cut from sticks there. We've also had a Chinese lady come up and tell us about her fishing. On the previous day, I found two Vietnamese guys with a medium sized carp heading towards their car. After a brief chat, we realised who each other were and I asked them how they'd been doing. They eat their carp... (Blerk!) and had also caught two koi there the previous day. These were now at their home in a tank. So Chris_the_lad was right. That's twice he's said that things are the way they are and I've found it to be so. They also told me of getting broken off an hour or so previously and also having lost a rod when it got pulled in... hmmmm... this could be fun. The next day during lunch, I went back and spombed the intended line distance radius after setting up the gear to the right distance. There was another guy from NSW there, with his hammock set up, just snoozing. He turned and watched with interest as I made a delicious looking creamed corn, chicken pellet and pureed sardines in oil milkshake. Then again, he was downwind, so he might have just smelled it and decided not to vomit in his hammock. Once I filled the spomb and had several deposits out, he must have twigged what was going on. "VERY CLEVER!" he said, and then got out of the hammock. I basically explained what was going on and he was very interested as he was a retired engineer and didn't really "get" fishing. When he realised how much information I was incorporating, his attitude towards it was significantly changed. He might just buy himself a rod... It was rather entertaining to see a small bit of sardine get pushed across the top of the water by the surface tension being disturbed by the oil coming out of one side. No wonder that stuff works so well. Everyone here must know what it's like waiting for a day of work to finish before a session starts. Particularly if you're wondering if you'll rock up to find that you've done the work for someone else.... This was not helped by an SMS arriving from my fishing buddy who had started at 3pm that he'd caught a Koi! I asked him to keep it in a bucket for me. So after much dumping of his fishing gear on the ground, I now have my private koi collection at home.. Regardless, I got sick of being at work pretty quickly and explained my lack of motivation to my supervisor. He's an understanding sort of chap and just said "Goodbye" Turning up at the spot, I put the final mix of heavier groundbait into the target areas. My fishing colleague was apparently two up with the Koi and another banking. I hadn't asked him about the weight. I did have thoughts about being seriously geeky and updating things on here as they went via my new netbook and 3G connection, so had it on my chair, waiting for an opportune moment. Quickly, rods were set up and I, having chosen the prebaiting mix, went instantly to corn. My companion was campaigning bread with cheese. He was having a bit of interest, but no big takes or anything you'd be tempted to strike at. Thanks to loop to loop settings and pre tied hook links, I was rigged and in reasonably quickly. And this was where the fun began. One of my lines still had the distance marker on it which corresponds to the spomb distance. Whenever that line hit the water and got wound in to the mark, it started getting hits. I felt them even as I put the custom line hangers on. The action was fast and furious for the next few hours. With no wind, there were copious amounts of line bites and takes. On a few occasions, I had one carp on and the bite indicators were chirping away on the rod in the pod. Eventually, I actually considered taking the third rod in as it was getting a bit silly. Details are a bit fuzzy but some of the highlights included feeling hits on the bait while I was trying to untangle a big birdsnest. There were some rather emotional associations with that. What if a big carp latched on while I'm playing cat's cradle with braid? Which of my fingers are my favourites? Having to strike two rods at almost the same time. Passing rods around and under others while both trying to get fish in. Being broken off by something that REALLY didn't want to visit the scales. It was like an audition for the Biggest Loser. One interesting occurance was the gentlest of takes that I wasn't sure about. I figured to do a bait check and reeled in. I thought that I had a weed or something until it got within about 4 feet of the bank. Then it took off like a Heavy Metal fan at a Justin Beiber concert. That was the biggest of the night at about 3.8 kilos. ( I have all the weights and rough times that they were caught, but sometimes it got a bit frantic..) There was one bantam weight carp that fought like a heavyweight. Six times he stripped line against the drag and headed for the rocks that had broken off the apparent mini submarine I'd hooked earlier. There are branches that overhang the water to one side and although it was dark, I was sure that I was clear of them. After hanging on to one reasonably long run and holding the rod tip as close to the water as I dared to avoid the branches, there was suddenly a snap of slack line. *$^@#&! A second break off! I swore as I heard something go "plop" into the water and then the tension came on again... just as hard. WTF? Then I realised that the braid had actually sawed through a small branch that I'd hooked over. Oh well. Less shrubbery to have to avoid later. Previously our best combined total was 21kg of carp. When I had got to 22 kg by myself, I was only slighly ahead of my fishing buddy. I was helped by two rather fat ones. The suprise express train carp looked the biggest and I was sure that it would clock in at at least 5 kilos to deliver a killing blow in my total clocked in at 3.9k. I felt seriously robbed. The smallest fish was mine. It was 750 grams. I'm thinking of starting the carp in the lake used to eating pizza and chocolate icecream. If I can get this food into the water in sufficient qantities and combine it with a large lounge chair and satellite television, I'm sure I can pile the kilograms onto those carp in no time. They'll be bigger than two Oprah Winfreys in less than six months. I know what you're thinking, but it happened to my friends wife as soon as they got married. HEY! Maybe I should just feed them wedding cake? It seems that carp stay reasonably skinny until they get to around 70cm or so and then start to pork outwards at a faster rate than they grow lengthways. Normally I find it nice to be able to run a tape measure beside them and record that as well, but there was a blue light disco on over at my rod pod for most of the time and I wasn't game to do anything that took too long past getting a the digits on the scale to lock and write it down. Odd things: An early capture was an odd looking carp. At first I thought it was a perch. We looked at it closely and it appeared to be more blue than the bronzy / green/ silverish colour of the commons. It also had a more pronounced dorsal bulge although it was only about a foot long. It didn't have the dorsal fin leading edge spike that so often fouls the net though. Any thoughts chaps? I had to give my fishing buddy extra points for his capturing the mutant. So now I've seen it all from this spot. (Or all that I think I could see. Koi, Mirror and blue mutant weird ass carp) There were three occasions when I had very energetic takes. Hard enough to pop my rod up to the next eye into the V of the bite detector. Luckily, I wasn't trying to update facebook at that point but eventually I had to give away all thoughts of getting online. In all, we caught 55kg (122lb) worth of fish. There were none caught twice as they were all different weights except for two of 1.5kg caught at pretty much the same time. 29kg in 14 carp for me. 12 carp, one koi and one mutant blue variety for my offsider. Given the energy of the two (or maybe one) that broke both of us off on the same spot, we probably easily could have broken the 60kg barrier. My offsider was keen to stay, but at 10.30pm, I couldn't handle it any more. Plus, he's self employed. He did say that it was likely to disillusion us for any future fishing trips and I'm sure that it will. I've certainly never experienced anything like it, even when fly fishing crappies in Florida. Pretty much constant harrassment of the tiny bits of corn. It actually got to the point where was pre-threading our home made bait needles (Made with the big needles from Woolworths nicked across the eye with a dremel disk) with four bits of corn so that I could be back in again quickly. Today I'm sore across the back, but I have a fine appreciation for my trusty hook of choice. The #10 Mustad Viking 540. It's sharp, tough and bends instead of snapping. Surely someone else must have done something also last night, or did I have all the planets in alignment?
  21. Ah, dude. That's awesome! Was it close to that dark bronze in real life or is the camera giving it a colour cast? And can we have a line weight, bait used and fight report please if you're up to it?
  22. You spooked me a bit with that last post Chris. So when my 500 metres of 15lb braid turned up two days ago, I resurrected the trusty old Aero 6010 and decided to see how much of the spool it would hold. As it turns out.... All of it, filled just past the point of where I'd be happy with it. A few longer casts and retrieval under normal tension will settle it down perfectly. So if I've got the drag set to slip at about 5lb and say, a fish can spool 400 metres of line after a 100 meter cast, it's managed an output of 6560 foot / lb of energy. That's an equivalent of moving 6560lbs (2975kg) a distance of one foot or one pound a distance of 6560 feet. While that's not especially interesting in terms of being able to relate to, imagine the amount of energy involved in benchpressing 100kg (224lb) just once is about 448 foot pound of energy. hmmm. If I can find a carp in the lake that can put out enough energy to bench press 100 kg 14 times to make (not quite) the 6560 ft / lb of force required to spool me, I'm going to give up fishing with bait and just use a few sticks of gelignite and a hefty dose of body armour.
  23. You're not going to believe this. There is a business that makes exactly what I want. Socks for rods. And they're called... rodsocks.com.au They're very reasonably priced and so I will obtain some for evaluational purposes.
  24. Ta. The tube is there for external protection when being transported. It's immeasurablely harder to shut a 90mm tube in the car door. They have their own individual wraps that prevent them banging together in the tube. I'm not real keen on these however. Currently I'm deciding between individually knitted tubes or a tool roll sort of internal liner.
  25. Maybe we need someone to start importing them as "Performance beach rods"? If you're going to pay 60 dollars for a Kmart beach rod anyway, why not have something decent for half again as much? Oh well. Finding ready made rod tubes for these rods is problematical. However, I now have solved that issue with a screw top 90mm PVC rod tube. It's sold as a kit with some self assembly required. It's amazing the number of self assembly kits you can find if you walk around for long enough at Bunnings..
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