Trip 13 Carp Fishing - 2025 - First trip of 2025 on the Airfield Lake
After a few days of scratching my head, poring over weather apps, wind charts, and half-forgotten notes, I finally made the call. Easter Sunday morning. Something about the timing felt right—maybe not scientific, but instinct counts for a lot in this game. I loaded the gear and headed back to a place that has lived in my head for years now—Airfield Lake. The mythical monster common had been circling my thoughts again, and whether it’s real or just legend, I couldn’t ignore the pull any longer.Some say it’s been seen, others swear they’ve lost it. Hell, I’ve even glimpsed it myself once, a broad back breaking the surface on a still morning like a submarine turning in the shallows. There's a whisper that someone may have had it and kept quiet, and I wouldn’t blame them either. But regardless of whether that fish exists or not, Airfield is just one of those lakes that gets under your skin. It’s not just about chasing a fish—it’s about the magic of the place itself. Peaceful. Timeless. Fishing here is therapy.I pulled into the car park just before 09:30. There were nine other anglers spread across the complex, which surprisingly still left me with a lot of freedom to choose a swim. It’s rare to get that kind of opportunity on a bank holiday, so I made the most of it. I lapped the lake twice, watching for signs, and trying to make sense of what the lake was telling me. The weather had been up and down all week—high pressure slowly building, with southwesterly winds and light rain forecast for the afternoon. Classic carp-catching conditions.Tight lines and be lucky!
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Trip 12 Carp fishing- more Nutrabaits Blank Saver Testing
Trip 12 Carp fishing- more Nutrabaits Blank Saver Testing
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Live From The Bank Trip 21 Carp Fishing 2025
We tried
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Watch - Trip 11 Carp Fishing - 2025
The Blank Saver Test: A Week of Unexpected Turns
This week didn’t turn out quite the way I expected. Things changed, and the fishing trip I had planned was completely altered by circumstances beyond my control. At one point, I seriously considered not going at all. But then, I thought that would be silly—a wasted opportunity. Instead, I opted for my club lake, mainly for the peace and quiet it offers, and I figured it would be a good opportunity to test out a few things.
I arrived around 11:30 am to find the lake completely empty—just what I needed. But that presented a new challenge: choosing a swim. I’ve always been drawn to the dam end, mainly because of the thick lily pads that grow there, but I knew I needed to fish somewhere else. I’ve only fished seven of the twenty available swims, and it’s time to explore more if I want to truly understand the layout of the lake.
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Trip 15 Carp Fishing 2025 - Just before they spawned, it all came together
After a false start on Wednesday, which saw me heading home just a couple of hours after I arrived, I found myself once again back at the lake. Somehow, I’d gravitated back to the same swim—tucked under the trees, shaded from the harsh sunlight, and blessed with a cool breeze that occasionally drifted across my face like nature’s own sigh of relief. It felt familiar. Safe. A natural corner that always seemed to hold potential.The Fox Voyager tarp giving me shadeBut this session was already different.The carp were twitchy, moody—on the verge of spawning. You could feel it in the air. That thick, humid pressure before a storm. The kind of atmosphere that makes you sweat without moving and question every decision. I was praying that the forecasted weather change due on Friday or Saturday might delay the inevitable. It had originally been predicted for Thursday, but like everything in carp fishing, it had drifted—just like the carp, always unpredictable.I’ve always believed they know what’s coming before we do. Some sixth sense about them. The kind that makes them vanish into snags or appear out of nowhere when you're least expecting them.I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach this trip. With the temperature rising fast, I knew I had a narrow window before the day turned into a furnace. I flicked both rods out to obvious spots just to get something fishing while I set up camp, cracked open a drink, and let the place talk to me.Tight lines and be lucky!
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