Obsession Carp Tours

I remember with great fondness my first impressions on arriving at lake Mont. The journey was long but I was lucky to be travelling with a friend of mine - another keen angler. We crossed the ‘bocage bourbonnais’ countryside which looked exactly as I had imagined it – the low hedges, wooded groves, meadows filled with white cow

As we arrived and saw the stunning view over the valley and the never-ending expanse of water, I immediately felt that this was a place where time stood still : no dates to keep, no clocks to follow, simply the rising and setting of the sun with nature setting the pace.

Here we began the tour of the pegs. I’m an angler and everything which this site has to offer is ideal and in a beautiful natural setting. Each peg is located on a half moon

which juts out into the lake and the water at the edge is already a metre deep. It’s an angler’s dream!

I remember with great fondness my first impressions on arriving at lake Mont. The journey was long but I was lucky to be travelling with a friend of mine - another keen angler. We crossed the ‘bocage bourbonnais’ countryside which looked exactly as I had imagined it – the low hedges, wooded groves, meadows filled with white cows…

As we arrived and saw the stunning view over the valley and the never-ending expanse of water, I immediately felt that this was a place where time stood still : no dates to keep, no clocks to follow, simply the rising and setting of the sun with nature setting the pace.

Here we began the tour of the pegs. I’m an angler and everything which this site has to offer is ideal and in a beautiful natural setting. Each peg is located on a half moonwhich juts out into the lake and the water at the edge is already a metre deep. It’s an angler’s dream!

Quickly I cast my lines, discovering this new territory. I have my knowledge, my experiences, my techniques, my secrets, my ambitions…

I know how much the intoxicating excitement of striking a carp calls for patience, and how much holding my prize is a source of pride; 10 kg, 20 kg, 30 kg … who knows ? They are all in there!

I alternate my boilie recipes with those of others, I try different distances; 50m, 100m, 150m… A river flows into the middle of the lake and further away the trees hang over the edge and droop into the water.

The pitch is comfortable, spacious and provides immediate depth.

I am awakened from my dreams by a familiar alarm call; a bite…

Sipping my drink on the terrace by the water, I forget where I am… If it’s a little cool, I could be in a fishing ‘pourvoirie’, a type of camp on the banks of the St Laurent, east of Quebec…

If the sun is hot I could be in a hunting lodge in Kenya or in the Okavango delta. When in fact I am much closer to home!

Above the terrace I have the chance to survey the water from an elevated position; I see the hunting of the carnivores, the swirling waters of the roach and I hear the croaking frogs. Somewhere the carp are there…

The sun sets and at lake Mont I rediscover the comfort of my bed; my cramped bivvy and bed chair a distant memory.

Here, I discover unexpected but welcome comfort – in the warm and dry. Tomorrow I can even go and take a shower…