The skin peeled of
my nose the third time in a very short while, but we did not wanted it any
different. But lets start at the beginning. A few days of holiday were at
plan. Seven days of fishing and our women agreed.
So, the question was were to
go. We wanted it to be warmer than in Münster. And the fishing pressure
should not be so harsh as on other lakes. So
soon we came to the conclusion to go to the Ebro. We got some information
from the InterNet and very remarkable was the internet site
www.wels-camp.de, from a camp near Fayon/Spain. A German telephone
number was listed and I called the owner of the above mentioned wels-camp,
Berthold Wak. He told me that there were plenty of carps and nearly no
carp-hunters. What do you want more? We booked a Camper in his „Wels-Camp
Matarraña“. So this question was answered.
A phonecall with Klaus
Broxtermann from KB-Products helped us a lot. He knew the Ebro and promised
us to create the right mixture of boilies for us. The day of departure came
nearer. On the 27th of May the journey began. We drove toward
spain at 9 PM. We did not know what to expect. And exactly that feeling
drove us and we reached the in mountains lying Ebro, after 16 hours of
Autobahn. Its Size was overwhelming.
Totaly outpowered we reached the Ebro at 1 PM. A stone way led us through
the mountains. Old olive trees
every were and the sun burned down on us. And another twenty minutes later
we reached the “Matarraña”.
In the camp Alex was
awaiting us. Alex emigrated from Germany and is now working in the camp as a
guide for over four years. We received our first beer in a small restaurant
in the camp. But then Alex announced us some bad news.
In October 2001
Spain was caught with many heavy rain storms and the Ebro
was now full of tree chunks.
And the last
winter was one of the coldest ever with temperatures down to minus 15
degrees Celsius. What did that had to do with our visit? Alex answered with
hesitation that the carp were in the middle of breeding. We were frustrated.
Was everything in vain. Alex tried to build us up again and invited us to a
trip on the Matarraña.
After he showed us many good locations we were sure, that without the
perfect knowledge of Alex, we would have been busy for several days only to
find a suitable location. Alex showed us big reed banks and beautiful bays.
We were hopeful again.
After approximately 5 km we
found three promising places. But before we went back Alex wanted to show a
Alex already had observed it for a couple of days.
With help of an
Sonar we could follow the path of the old riverbed
and we fed both sides of it. Experience held us from overfeeding. The
evening was very calm. Our euphoria could not hold back our tiredness any
longer, so we creeped inside our sleeping bags very early. Against 10 PM the
first micron alarmed. The fish easily pulled of several meters of the role.
I increased the pressure. But it took ages until I could get some string
back. I knew that this
could be a very good caught. But sadly we never came to see how good it
really was. A strong shake went through the rod and then it was gone. I
rolled up the cord and it was clear to me that the fish had pulled the cord
into a shell bank. Approximately 15 meters of the cord were scratched. 30
meters of impact cord shall prevent further losses. We went back into our
sleeping bags and hoped for no more action. But this wish did not come true.
At 2:30 a splash sound woke me out of my dreams. The swinger moved one
centimetre up and down. Again and again one lonely “Peep” sounded through
the night. I was fishing with two 20´s HIMBEER cream boilies. But because
nothing was happening, I picked up a rod and felt a slight twitching in the
cord. Immediately I pulled the rod upwards. Got him. Short but very strong
pulls on the cord did not help me to estimate the size of this fish. I asked
Stephan to pass me the Ke. The Ke served us as a fridge hours earlier and so
it laid next to the pod in the water. Stephan called that the Ke was stuck
somewhere. A few meters next to the shore my fish came to the surface.
Stephan got the Ke loose
finally we could land the fish. It weight was 13 Pounds and it had a tail as
big as mums cooking pan. I quickly made photos. I took the hook of the fish
and put the assembly besides. In the
torchlight I saw a large reed
stem and wanted to remove and grab it. God, I got frightened. The stem was a
snake... and I jumped backwards. Stephan could not hold back himself
laughing about me.
We quickly realised that the snake was in a hopeless
situation. In my eyes the snake had already gone to snake heaven. Its head
got caught so badly in the Ke that I had cut the snake in half or I had to
cut the meshes around the head. My first idea seemed disgusting, so I
started to cut through the meshes of my Ke. After four cuts the head was
loose. Now I only had to cut the tail out and get rid of the snake. I threw
the snake in front of me and examined my Ke. I took the rare opportunity to
make a few close up photos of the snake. We moved the snake into position
and turned the head towards us. I took the digital camera 10cm towards the
dead body... Suddenly the snake started to move again. I do not want to
repeat here what happened then and we are glad that nobody saw us. God, how
was I frightened, again.
We knew that the snake was must have been pretty harmless and it was
probably more frightened than we were. But we are all allowed to be
frightened now and then, aren’t we?
What could be better than this. We really enjoyed the rest of the day. And the marriage also seemed to come to an end. It got quieter. The following night went by without any alarm peeps. There was absolutely nothing happening. For the first time we got a good nights rest. I smelled fresh coffee and a Bauernfrühstück. Stephan was already awake and made us breakfast. Some body ... and a good cup of coffee brought me back to life. I took a fork full of Bratkartoffen and backed salami. But what was that – there was something wrong. Did you know that ALDI Salami had plastic skin? No? Well, Stephan did not know either. So, we sucked the rest of our breakfast. Stephan promised improvement. We only had two more nights left. And so we tried to get carps back out of their reserve. We know played with open cards. The breeding situation of the carps did not promise anything more and I drove to the other side and there I could see many carps in the water. I now trusted in a big feeding. At all I fed 5 kilos of boilies and nearly the same of pellets. I have not fed before with bought pellets and I was suprised of Flavour and Wirkung of the different mixtures. Until now the normal Forelli did its work. Ok. - we did not catch any bigger carps. At all we had 15 carps with weigths up to 17 pound. All but one were caught on sweet boilies. “Himmbeer-Sahne” and “Dirty-Banana” seemed to have an equal powerful attraction to the carps.
At last a few information to the water. The Ebro was created artificially 34 years ago. The old villages were flooded. The new Fayon was build up again few kilometers away. The citizens still receive fiscal advantages from the state. The old Fayon church tower, which still raises a few meter out of the water, is well known and became sort of a tourist attraction in the past. Behind it lies a large bay with large reed banks and shallow waters. It can be seen that nobody has been carp hunting there before. You can lend yourself a shovel in the camp and create your own fishing place there. The Erbo stretches itself 30 kilometres from the Riba Roja dam to the Mequinenza dam. In addition to that the Rio Matarraña has another 7 km. If some of you now want to start a session at the Matarraña, you can be assured that you will find competent guides with great experience. Alex and Frank are there the whole day for the guests and the camp. The camp owner comes from Germany. The carp hunters can buy everything to feed or for their tackle in a small shop. Ada is responsibly for the kitchen and the cleaning of the campers and the sanitary. (The meals were outstandingly good)
All campers are equipped with an air conditioning. Also who wants to travel with his own camper or only with a tent, are very welcome in the Catfish-Camp Matarraña. To our equipment: We had 12“; 2,75 lbs rods with 32´s cord and 12,5“; 3 lbs rods with 40's cord. One thing obviusly became clear - never use under 40's cords. Besides, take plenty of AMNESIA with you. The shell banks were problematic at times. Twisted impact cords had few chances. Do not let you get us wrong with our carp catches. We simply were at right place at the wrong time. Carps up to 24 Kilos were catched provably. Continuously I hear of not growing carps. This could not be confirmed by the present guests and guides. The average weight increased permanently over the last years.
For reservations, info-folders or personal information call or write Berthold Wak, Aartal-Angler Zentrum, Frankenbacher Straße 1, 35644 Hohenahr-Erda, Telefon: 06446/588 or under www.wels-camp.de. At this point we want to greet the whole camp team and the crazy people from the camper Nr. 1. Your photos are ready. More information about the Ebro and a totally unbelievable Story of our home travel, can be read on cipro.de.
A fantastic vacation at the probably most beautiful place of the Ebro are wishing you
Heinz Kersten and Stephan Reese