Well Anchored

Posted by: Alex Norgate on June 6th, 2017

These past few months Patricia and I have been travelling through Portugal, on occasion spending a week or so by the water. The trouble is we’ve grown to like it here so much that we’re in two minds about leaving. Something about its atmosphere, its people and the temperate climate really appeal. It’s not even that the fishing is particularly extraordinary. Of course there are beautiful waters and beautiful fish, but ultimately it’s the mood of the place that holds us here like a well-anchored boat.

Once we’d found somewhere we knew held carp and tolerated night fishing – a rarity on publics – we could again enjoy the kind of fishing that most suits us. I say this because the two and a half months we’d fished in Spain we’re somewhat stressful. In hindsight I realise we’re not the kind of anglers that enjoy playing hide and seek with the Guardia for weeks on end, just to live the life to which we have become accustomed.Well Anchored

It was early February. The sun making occasional visits, much like the rain. The days were around fourteen degrees and the nights around five. We’d settled in a pitch next to an old rock damn and began our first night. The water was nothing special to look at. Open, wind swept, very little foliage, a few reed beds here and there, not the kind of place I’d imagined spending much time.

Two days in, three days in, not so much as a touch. I placed a rod just behind a reed bed at distance, as I’d almost certainly seen the wind swept surface flatten a little. The sky grew dull and overcast and the air temperature plummeted. Patricia and I retreated to the bivvy for a daytime snooze and the next time my eyes opened I was attached to my very first Portuguese carp.Well Anchored

She didn’t seem to fight all that much while out in the boat and when she slipped over the net I gauged her a beautiful low twenty. A great first fish! Once back at shore I lifted the net and realised she was at lest twice that size. I was both surprised and delighted. Portugal isn’t known for its big fish, although they do exist, they are few and far between on the majority of public waters, so I was extremely fortunate. She was rotund, slightly scaled and pristine. As I slipped her back she erupted out of the margins, vortexes trailing in her wake.

Well Anchored

Well Anchored

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Well Anchored

Posted by: Alex Norgate on June 6th, 2017

These past few months Patricia and I have been travelling through Portugal, on occasion spending a week or so by the water. The trouble is we’ve grown to like it here so much that we’re in two minds about leaving. Something about its atmosphere, its people and the temperate climate really appeal. It’s not even that the fishing is particularly extraordinary. Of course there are beautiful waters and beautiful fish, but ultimately it’s the mood of the place that holds us here like a well-anchored boat.

Once we’d found somewhere we knew held carp and tolerated night fishing – a rarity on publics – we could again enjoy the kind of fishing that most suits us. I say this because the two and a half months we’d fished in Spain we’re somewhat stressful. In hindsight I realise we’re not the kind of anglers that enjoy playing hide and seek with the Guardia for weeks on end, just to live the life to which we have become accustomed.Well Anchored

It was early February. The sun making occasional visits, much like the rain. The days were around fourteen degrees and the nights around five. We’d settled in a pitch next to an old rock damn and began our first night. The water was nothing special to look at. Open, wind swept, very little foliage, a few reed beds here and there, not the kind of place I’d imagined spending much time.

Two days in, three days in, not so much as a touch. I placed a rod just behind a reed bed at distance, as I’d almost certainly seen the wind swept surface flatten a little. The sky grew dull and overcast and the air temperature plummeted. Patricia and I retreated to the bivvy for a daytime snooze and the next time my eyes opened I was attached to my very first Portuguese carp.Well Anchored

She didn’t seem to fight all that much while out in the boat and when she slipped over the net I gauged her a beautiful low twenty. A great first fish! Once back at shore I lifted the net and realised she was at lest twice that size. I was both surprised and delighted. Portugal isn’t known for its big fish, although they do exist, they are few and far between on the majority of public waters, so I was extremely fortunate. She was rotund, slightly scaled and pristine. As I slipped her back she erupted out of the margins, vortexes trailing in her wake.

Well Anchored

Well Anchored

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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