Good Evening.

On Saturday morning I am finishing the session and it can’t come quick enough! I am still trying to catch something big, I am still catching carp albeit small commons, and we are still getting bitten by the tigers! Watching my dogs running round in circles avoiding horse flies during the day is not a pleasant sight for me, and it is not fair on them to put them through anymore of this ordeal. Fortunately I have another session planned on the 20th of June which isn’t too far away and I have been informed by my fishing partner that the mossie problem is not too bad at that lake – thank god! In fact we have been planning this session for several months now, our place on the lake was booked weeks ago, and there has even been some prebaiting. It is another public lake, and currently carp fishing is not allowed on there till the 20th of June, so our swim is safe and the baiting plan will not be to no avail. This could be my last session in Italy for 2010 as the journey seems to be coming to a natural end, and I think some new scenery is required for new motivation.

Last night saw two more commons in my net and the previous night was not a good one for carp landed. One carp was landed but three were unfortunately lost. One loss was one of those typical scenarios when it all goes wrong. I have been running to the rods following early morning takes, after being woken from my sleep, and all has gone smoothly. This take occurred at 9pm, I was in my waders, and was quickly on the rod. My captive back lead got tangled up, nothing went according to plan, and the fish dropped the hook in the reeds. Two savage takes then came at 2 and 3am. Each take resulted in the shockleader breaking before I even got to the rods. What an earth was going on? The final take came on my long-range rod, and after finding the fish buried in the pads, a small common was netted and released. The earlier two takes were probably my big fish, and they were lost in an instance! Fishing can sometimes be such a cruel mistress!

Seriously...why don't you just move into my bivvy!

Today saw the usual flotilla of day-time Italian anglers. There are a few ‘old’ locals who dabble at the small stuff in their beautiful old boats, and one such couple decided today that they would anchor their boat on the edge of the pads exactly where I am fishing. I showed them my rods and the direction the lines were pointing in, and the old women proceeded to cackle like a witch. I felt like rowing out and depositing 50kg of boilies in their boat, complete with chilli hemp and tiger nuts for good measure!

"Thin crust and extra salami please!"

I heard an awful shrieking sound coming from the reeds earlier. I could see a large ugly rat chomping into a live Jeremy Fisher – a frog. I shot at the rat with my CO2 BB gun which sent the rodent fleeing; the frog sadly didn’t make it though! I then heard another sound getting closer this evening as a plane suddenly appeared into view and proceeded to land on the water in front of our swim – pizza delivery is very quick in Italy.

That’s all for tonight.

Jake and the dogs.

Tags: Italy, jake langley-hobbs, Jeremy Fisher, pizza

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