Carp Fishing In Winter

Why do I do it, It’s hard to explain This obsession that’s driving me slowly insane The dark hours seem endless, the boredom intense You would think at my age I’d have more common sense The weather’s ‘Brass Monkey’ bitter and bleak With many blank sessions for many a week In pursuit of the Carp that might come my way Making this session a red letter day Watching and waiting or making a brew Tying more rigs or warming a stew As I sit in my Bivvy set up by the lake Hoping a Carp will just make one mistake Darkness gives way to a creeping daylight I am now well alert for a feeding spell bite Should I re-cast new baits to better positions Or leave well alone, Ah! Decisions, decisions My Bivvy’s an Igloo, glistening white (My Rod, Pod and Buzzers got frozen last night) The lake, from my bed chair, seems peaceful and quiet When my left rod and buzzer erupt in a riot! Out in a flash and strike into a fish This feeling is magic and all I could wish All the blanking and waiting and doubts that I get Are gone as my Carp glides safe into my net There are not many Carping and I like it that way I can choose any ‘Swim’ that I want, any day Yes, Carping in Winter is special, if slow With each triumph hard fought for and that’s why I go