It was a beautiful summers morning at about 5:00am I got up, had a brew and set off to the Tannery dam, just a 10-minute walk from my house. The dam was empty not a soul in sight, the gentle ripples from a Moorhen slid across the otherwise motionless water. A mist was lying gracefully across the top “what a day for carp fishing” I said to myself. After careful consideration of where I was going to fish, I decided to try under an over hanging willow tree in the shade. I opened up my tackle box, got out my bait boxes and tackle and threw in about 15 lumps of luncheon meat with a handful of hemp seed. After setting up my rod, I gently cast out my float past the point where I wanted it to be and reeled it in to sink my line. About half an hour had past when the float started to bob ever so slightly in the water, then it moved slowly to the left, I held my rod in anticipation waiting for the float to disappear before striking. Then it went, I struck into the fish, which I thought was going to head straight for the roots and Lilly pads by the willow tree. When I realised if this fish was a Carp it wasn’t a very big one. After a couple of minutes I landed a little Tench. After that I got settled again and waited patiently for the float to signal another bite. I was just pouring a cup of coffee from my flask when the float slowly crept away to the right and under the water, I struck again and this time the fish did head for cover. Trying my hardest to keep the fish from getting amongst the roots, without breaking the line I managed to squeeze the fish into the open water. It wasn’t a huge fish, but I was only fishing with a 3lb hook length. After a good ten minutes I had landed the mirror carp, which would have weighed about 6-7lb. I thought to myself why didn’t I bring my camera, then I realised I had my phone with me and so took the photo with that. I was now happy, I could have sat there for the rest of the day without catching a thing now and it wouldn’t have bothered me. It was now about noon, I thought I’d give the sweet corn a try. My line now armed with the trusty yellow stuff had been cast out for about 2-minutes when the float went A little skimmer bream which a passer by watched me catch, so I got him to take a photo of me holding the fish. The day was passing by quickly and soon it was about 9:00pm. my float was still out in the water, with luncheon meat on the hook again. It shot under the water and I struck into another mirror carp, this one wasn’t as big but still put up quite a fight. I took a picture and decided to call it a day. On the way home I was thinking about my day, and what had happened and i got a warm sense of satisfaction. Not bad, not bad at all. By Tom