Dave Lane Carp Fishing Video Blog – Monks Pit

After some tough fishing at the Big Lake in Bedford over the last couple of weeks, Dave Lane makes the decision to move to Monks Pit in search of some of the larger carp he currently hadn’t caught.

Dave describes where the fish are likely to be, how to approach a carp water and what carp fishing tackle will help tempt specimen fish!

Fishing tackle Dave uses in this video:

DL Nantec Carp Rods
Dave Lane Hardcore Bivvy


Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary | August

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary

Well I’m back from this year’s MNDA charity bash at Linear Fisheries and it all went ok. I say just Ok because the fishing wasn’t spectacular this year, but that’s just the way it goes sometimes. It fished alright, it was just that the area we were in was a bit patchy and, unusually for me, I decided to stay put rather than go off hunting them. On previous years we have been very lucky with the weather, there has always been at least one full day suited to floater fishing and it’s been on this day that I have usually spent my time trying to ensure a decent fish or two from any of the other many lakes on the complex.

This year’s event coincided with quite a brisk North Westerly wind throughout and the conditions actually looked perfect for the swims we had been pegged in. Along with myself there was Paul Forward and Ian Stott and we had a trio of guys between us, all friends and all on their second visit.

Despite a slow start we soon had the lad’s spodding and casting accurately and in time the fish started to arrive. My swim was particularly tricky because of some snags out in front but we were situated on the causeway between Brasenose one and two so at least we had options.

Of the six of us carp fishing there was only one dry net at the end but, to be fair, he did have to leave a night early for a prior engagement and, because of this, he missed the most productive period of all.

One of the lads, Jack, had about six fish I believe, so he went home with a big smile on his face.

Besides the fishing though we all had a terrific time and there was a live band on the second night, and a hog roast (Paddy the carp dog’s favourite part of the whole three days) In fact the food was amazing across the whole three nights we were there, egg and bacon in the mornings and a nice hot meal at night with plenty of cold beer and socialising. The whole event is geared towards enjoyment and it has no competitive atmosphere whatsoever, the main criteria is to make plenty of money for the charity and for everyone to go away happy, having had a time to remember.

I believe that this year’s event amassed more than £24,000 pounds in total so a big well done to everyone that freely gave up their time to make this happen and a big thank you to everybody that donated, from the paying anglers to the many tackle companies and individuals who gave towards the raffle. The biggest applause must, however, go to Len Gurd, Fran, Roy Parsons and the whole of the team who helped to organise the event, man the bar, make the food and keep everyone involved happy and content throughout, well done.

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary

Well, here I am back from my holidays and for the first time I can ever remember I stepped off the plane at Stansted to find it was just as hot at home.

You know that feeling you get when you arrive on your holidays and walk out on the metal staircase into a wall of super-heated air, well that’s what it was like in Essex!

I was fully expecting the lake to have changed a bit over my two week absence but, the next Monday, I was still amazed to see just how much. The weed had gone ballistic in the summer sun and, what were lightly sprouted gravel bars before my departure, now resembled privet hedges running in solid green lines across the lake.

Unfortunately this meant that most of the decent shallow water spots were now unfishable and the only clean bottom to present a bait on would be the deeper marks, not ideal in nearly thirty degrees.

By sneaking about in chest waders though I did manage to ambush a small group of carp that were milling about on top of a plateau, it obviously was made of something too hard for the weed to take root but at least it offered me somewhere shallow to place a single bait.

Before I cast I pulled out my Galaxy phone and snapped off a few pictures as the fish cruised about only a couple of rod lengths away.

Fish found but it was one of these I hooked and lost

It was exciting stuff being so close to them as they milled about next to the hook-bait and then I saw one upend and suddenly shoot off across the plateau as he realised his mistake.

At such close quarters the fight was electric but, unfortunately, very short lived as he managed to wrap the line around a small snag and pull the hook. There was a huge bow-wave as he sped off through the weed taking the rest of the fish with him.

This was to be the pattern over the next twenty four hours, hours walking for a few brief moments when I had a chance of a bite.

I did manage to hook two more fish but the weed was so savage that they both came adrift during the fight.

I hate losing fish, absolutely detest it and, if I think that I have more chance of losing than landing them, and then it’s time to move on in my book. I see no point in just getting bites for the sake of it and it’s not fair on the carp so I packed up and headed for home.

That’s the thing about some of the big gravel pits I like to fish, they are ok up until the middle of summer but, once the weed gets up and the algae cuts down your visibility they can become unrealistic places to fish. With this in mind I started to make plans for where to fish next, maybe a return to the North Met lakes in the Lea Valley?

Dave Lane Video Diary – Big Pit Mirrors

Just before Dave set off on a family holiday to Sunny Spain he managed to put together this carp fishing video diary of his most recent carping trip. Packed full of carp fishing hints and tips on how to choose the right swim depending on the wind, Dave’s knowledge and experience is not to be looked past!

After a successful start to his North Met campaign, the fishing has only seemed to get better, but the only thing lacking at the moment is the wiser, larger specimens which inhabit the lake. With plenty of carp ranging between 15 and 23lbs, Dave’s still searching for the elusive 30lber…. Are they in there?

See all Dave Lane Carp Fishing Videos here

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary | Early June

Isn’t it funny, a few years ago we would have all taken this week off and crammed the lakes to capacity for the glorious 16th of June and the start to a new season. After an enforced lay off of three whole months, we would have all been champing at the bit to get back out there and wet a line.

I know a lot of carp fishing waters still hold fast to the old rules but, even so, there are very few anglers who don’t find somewhere to fish in the meantime.

Personally I am all in favour of a close season, I would just like it to be for three weeks in January so that I had a decent reason to stay at home in the warm.

I’m glad that things have changed though, the spring is such an exciting time to fish and, even though this year was not so good, we get to see everything waking up and the fish starting to feed once again.

More often than not the middle of June is spawning time and the beginning of the season often used to be marred by the carp starting their rituals just as we all turned up to fish.

I saw a little attempt at spawning a week or so ago, on a new and extremely large pit I have just started fishing.

The lake itself is roughly two hundred and fifty acres and location is obviously the main aspect of success on a place like this. I am not entirely sure of the stock in there but I know it could possibly have a few old original carp left somewhere in its depths, mixed in with two sets of stock fish, both of which are at least six or seven years established and could also be a fair size by now.

I was over the moon to find a group of carp within a couple of hours of my arrival for my second session; they were cruising around in some shallow water next to a huge reed-bed that stretched along a hundred yards of bank.

Within half an hour of watching I had seen at least six or seven different fish and that was all the incentive I needed to haul my gear up to the top end of the lake and get a couple of rigs into position.

Big pit angling is my favourite form of fishing and, if you add the fact that I had no real idea of what I might catch, you have the perfect water in my book. The excitement when that magrunner bite alarm screams out its battle cry is electrifying and I still visibly shake when I am playing fish from a lake like this, even though I have been carp fishing since god was a little lad!

The first take came mid-afternoon and was a double figure common, looking a bit on the plump side.

The next fish managed to hold off until the early hours of the morning but then it all seemed to go a bit mad. By the time I packed up the following day I had managed to up the tally to seven fish, most of them were male mirrors in the eighteen to twenty two pound bracket, obviously ganged up before spawning as this constituted a real red letter day on a pit this size and with not a huge stock.

All of the carp I banked were in mint condition and stunning examples of what a carp really should look like, huge scales and fantastic colours and every one of them fighting fit.

On my last morning they started to show the odd sign of getting a bit ‘jiggy with it’ and, although they didn’t actually start to spawn, there was the odd little thrash about in the reeds.

I did hear from the bailiff that, a day or two after I left, they absolutely smashed the reeds to pieces in a wild sexual frenzy, lucky buggers, and I am sure that the fishing will now return to a normal state.

I am under no illusion that it will get a lot harder as the fish start to split up into smaller groups and I will be walking my legs down to stumps in an attempt to keep on top of them but I am looking forward to every minute of it and, who knows, maybe I will be lucky enough to hook a long forgotten monster one day soon.

Dave Lane Mirror | Fishtec

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary – First from North Met

North Met First Fish

Well I have been a bit lacking on the blog writing front recently and for that I apologies. I have recently moved house and been kept busy putting together cabinets and hanging shelves, erecting sheds and all the other paraphernalia that goes with the wonders of a re-location. I’m just glad that moving swims is so much easier!

My carp fishing has changed a lot in the last few weeks, as has the weather, and with spring finally sprung I moved on to the North Met pit in the Lee Valley.

I had heard a lot about the lake in the past but never actually set eyes on the place, although Google Earth is a wonderful tool for a bit of armchair exploration; it’s just a shame you can’t see the fish jumping on there.

It’s an interesting venue, being comprised of two separate lakes that are joined by a pipe that the fish freely swim through and plenty of islands, bays and channels make for a really varied and exciting layout.

My first trip coincided with a bit of early warm weather and, amazingly, I found some of the biggest fish in the lake all lazing in a snaggy half sunken bush at the bottom of a tiny bay, more like a finger of water really. Bearing in mind that the lake is around sixty acres I was surprised, and excited, to find a concentration of eight or nine fish in such close proximity, particularly as there was nobody fishing for them.

It didn’t take much figuring out as to where I was going to start my little campaign and I soon had two carp fishing rods set up in the nearest available swim and cast out in perfect positions to intercept any fish that left the snag and travelled back up the finger.

The important thing about snag fishing is to make sure you have taken the safest option possible and that anything you might hook is going to end up on the bank and not wrapped around an old sunken tree root. To this ends I had carefully scoured the water with my Polaroids and made sure my fishing line was clear of obstructions and, with everything set, I sat up close to the rods to wait.

To be honest I wasn’t actually expecting any action until the evening when the fish might decide to move out and I was just wondering if I may have set the traps too early when one of them went off.

I had only been fishing for an hour and already I was into my first carp on a new water.

Because of the nature of the swim I didn’t let him gain any line and it was a bit of a hit and hold tactic I employed really. I could feel him twisting and turning in an attempt to gain some ground and then, with a wave of his tail, he rolled over on the surface and knew he was heading for the net.

He wasn’t the biggest fish I’d ever caught, in fact he was probably the smallest of the whole bunch I’d seen in the snag, an out-runner that was not considered big or old enough to sit in the main snag with the big girls, but he was very welcomed all the same.

It’s always good to get that first fish and to get one so quickly was a real bonus, although the swim did die a bit of a death after this and the rest of the gang melted away throughout my first night without stopping for supper as they passed me by.

I knew that the Met would only be a short interlude for me during the spring as I had a water lined up for the beginning of the tradition season but I intended to try my hardest to get a few more over the coming weeks. Plenty of walking and staying very mobile was the plan and I was really looking forward to putting it into action, everything depended on the weather though and the water temperature needed to rise considerably before the fish would leave the cover of snags, reed-beds and the like and start using the lake properly, hopefully it would happen sooner rather than later.

Don’t forget to take a look at my Carp Fishing Video Diary!

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary

Well, it’s been a few weeks since my last blog as I have been a bit busy with my writing schedule, carp shows and trying to extricate some carp flesh out of the Estate Lake.

What a terrible month it has been for weather again, this winter seems to be the longest I can ever remember and every time we think we are through the worst of it, along comes yet another cold snap.

As I write this the date is showing on the computer as the 8th march and the little weather symbol is threatening yet more snow at the weekend followed by temperatures as low as minus five for my next session on Monday. I don’t know about the rest of you but I can’t wait for a nice bit of sunshine where we can all sit out side in the evenings in a pair of shorts with a cold drink and watch the sun slowly setting over the lake as you wait for your carp rods to scream off.

I think the fish are in a bit of a quandary as to what’s happening as well, February is usually a very productive month but not so this year.

It started off well enough, in fact it started very well indeed and on my first trip of the month I managed to bag myself three nice carp.

I had set up in the same area that I had my previous captures form, figuring that the carp were not going to move far in cold water. The first day was un-productive but, just as the sun started to creep across the horizon; I had my first take and duly landed a common of around twenty four pounds.

As seems to be the way on this particular venue, one fish usually means there are more to come and a couple of hours later I was away again on the same rod. This time it was a mirror that graced the banks, not quite as big though, he weighed in at eighteen pounds.

Although this is quite a small fish in comparison to some of the beasties in there I was still well happy with my result. Two fish in a morning in February is good angling in my book, no matter what size they are.

Although the day had started nice and sunny, by mid-afternoon the clouds had thickened and a wickedly strong wind had whipped up, to be honest it looked like even more snow was on the way.

About five o’clock I had a third take, this time a real belter and the fish I’d hooked into was obviously far bigger than the previous two. He charged about all over the place, three times I managed to get him close to the net before he turned and belted back out into the middle again.

Eventually though, he waved the white flag and slid over the net cord and, just as he hit the bottom of the mesh, the skies opened.

Huge great flakes of snow like white mice were whipped across the surface, almost horizontal in the force of the wind. I pinned out the landing net with the fish inside and darted for the cover of the extended porch on the Hard-core bivvy, from here I could crouch down out of the weather but still keep an eye on the net. It fell so hard and fast that I thought I might, at last, get the snow carp picture I so wanted but it turned out to be far too windy for it to settle. After about ten minutes it eased up and battled my way out into the wind to take the photos.

Dave Lane 34 Mirror Estate Lake

Although there was no snow on the ground there are obvious signs of it bouncing off my jacket so I suppose I am getting closer every time. To be honest though, I’d rather give up on the snow photo and catch one in the blazing sunshine instead; surely it can’t be long now can it.

This lovely orange coloured mirror tipped the scales at a shade over thirty four pounds and he turned out to be, not only the last fish of the session, but the last fish of the entire month so I have no idea what went wrong there.

The lake just seemed to shut up shop totally, although I did manage one more bite the following week but that turned out to be a twenty pound pike!

Hopefully at some time in the next two weeks I will be moving onto a new water for the spring and summer, I have a good one in mind that is stacked full of thirties, a few forties and, hopefully, the odd surprise, I can’t wait, and I’ll keep you posted as to how I’m getting on.

Good luck with whatever waters you target this coming year and lets all hope for a nice warm spring.

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary

It’s that time of year now, when the nights start to draw in and the mornings are always damp and soaked with dew, the time of year when carp start to feed again. Gone are the long and sweltering days when all you can do is watch them lazing around on the top or pugged up in a weed-bed somewhere, its fishing time!

I love September and October, it’s still nice enough not to be classed as winter but carp fishing over a decent deepwater mark and a pile of boilies can produce fantastic results. I tend to fish in clear areas on the actual bottom of the swim as oppose to bars, plateau’s or shallower features at this time of year, preferring to place my offerings down in the silt where all the natural food items are. It’s not uncommon to see huge sheets of bubbles hitting the surface on a calm morning as the carp root around in the silt, feeding on anything and everything they can find. I have just arrived back from a particularly successful session over in Northampton, the first day of a new south westerly wind, a drop of ten degrees in temperature and nice overcast skies; it was never going to be anything but good really.

I arrived on the Monday morning at first light to find a totally deserted lake and, rather than my customary walk around, I headed straight up onto the windward bank, rushing to get the carp fishing rods out while it was still nice and early, convinced I would be in with a chance straight away. Although the lake is still choked with weed I knew where the clearer areas were so it was only a matter of minutes before I had two rods fishing properly. Before I had a chance to get the third one out though, the first one was away and, after a bit of a tussle and a net full of weed, I found a beautiful thirty four pound linear lying in the bottom of the mesh, what a way to start. That fish let me know I had picked the right area and, given the conditions, I really stepped up the baiting, making sure I had at least a kilo over each rod, topping it up after every fish.

The plan worked perfectly and later that evening one of the other rods was away, this time the weed gave me a lot less hassle and pretty soon a twenty nine pound mirror was hoisted up for the camera. Two good fish before I’d even done a night and, over the next forty eight hours I managed to add a thirty three pound common, and three more between twenty and mid doubles. The fish came at all times of the day and night which a good sign that they are happy down there on the bottom. Throughout a lot of the year they only spend small amounts of the day actually near the lake bed and this leads to very short and precise feeding times.

During the summer it can be too hot and the oxygen levels are so low that they lay just below the surface and again, during the winter, the temperatures are so low that the air pressure seems to affect them more and leads them to lie in mid water for most of the time. During the autumn however, everything is just perfect so, don’t just sit there reading, grab your rods and get out there fishing, you know it makes sense!

carp fishing Dave Lane fishtec

Dave Lane Carp Fishing Diary July

Well the weather seems to have stabilised a bit now but everyone must have been affected in some way by the recent floods.

As anglers all that extra water has a far greater effect on us than most sports because, ultimately, it ends up in our rivers and lakes.

On a recent trip to the big Northants gravel pit I arrived to find that the level had risen over three feet in just a few days. On a sixty five acre pit that one hell of a lot of water.

Rather than be put off by the fact that all the swims had swans gliding around in them and the paths resembled babbling brooks, I was instantly excited at the prospects that lay ahead.

Any phenomenon like this, anything out of the ordinary, will affect the fish and make them behave in an unusual manner and often that is to our advantage.

The first thing I wanted to know was where was the water coming in as influxes, inlet pipes, burst river banks etc have always been a magnet for carp as they love the taste and feel of new water. Usually the muddier the inflowing water the better and I also think that the oxygen level must rise around the source of the inlet as well; this combined with the chance of some fresh food being unearthed by the power of the water as it floods in, nearly always creates an instant feeding area.

I donned a set of waders and went for a paddle around the lake, amazed at just how high the level had risen in such a short time. Within a few minutes I had located the inlet, a pipe about fourteen inches in diameter that was buried into the bank and connected to the two small ponds in the field behind. The river must have burst into the ponds and the water was now being transferred through the pipe into the lake. The flow was absolutely charging through creating big peaks and troughs as it hit the wind generated waves coming in the other direction. The surface of the water near the pipe was a mass of swirling eddies and pools and I just knew that the fish had to be down there in the flow, how could they resist?

Because of the effect of the currents it was impossible to slack line and very difficult even to set up a standard arrangement with the tips near the water. The drifting weed and the attendant flocks of swans feeding on it meant that I had to fish my tips up high, over the reeds and straight down into the flow, more akin to a barbell set up than a normal carp one.

Straight away I started getting knocks and pulls on the tip, far too strong to be just the power of the flow against the braided mainline and, due to the fact I was using four and a half ounce leads, I was pretty sure the rigs were not trundling along the bottom either so they must be line bites.

It felt strange as I sat in my low chair behind two jacked up rods just watching the tips tapping away but within half an hour all doubts about my methods were dispelled as the right hand tip buried itself in the reeds and the clutch ripped into life.

Although not a big fish it still went crazy in the flowing water and started the ball rolling for what was to be an incredible session. To catch one or two fish in forty eight hours from this lake is a mega result and a lot of people go months between takes but this was to be something else. Over the next two days I hooked and landed six fish, all from within a few feet of the bank and all in the flow of the inlet pipe. It seemed as if they drifted in to the swim in packs because all six were caught in pairs a very short while apart. Every time the fish would arrive, the tips would start bouncing as they bumped into the lines and, within an hour, I’d get a couple of bites before they disappeared again.

The carp were varying sizes but the star of the show was a long lean mirror of thirty two pounds that actually picked up the bait whilst I was playing a twenty pound common right next to him. Because I was otherwise occupied he managed to strip sixty yards of line and bury himself in a huge weed-bed before I had a chance to deal with him. Luckily I had a set of chest waders as I had to make my way around the flooded margins and land him from the other side of the bay.

It just goes to show though, how much the fish can be affected by a simple phenomenon like a bit of flood water and, by picking the right approach, it can turn a good session into a great one.