Radical en Black Cat teamvisser Benjamin Gründer heeft zich gespecialiseerd in het vissen op karper in de afgelopen twintig jaar. In die periode heeft hij een aantal indrukwekkende vangsten weten te realiseren door heel Europa. Het landen van een exceptionele specimen met een gewicht van meer dan 25 kilogram was wat hem dreef tijdens zijn reizen in al die jaren. Toen echter het vissen op meerval meer en meer van zijn tijd in beslag nam, werd zijn passie voor karper wat genegeerd. Tijdens een recente karpertrip naar een clubwater in Bavaria genoten Benjamin en zijn vismaat met volle teugen van een waar karperfeest.
Een euforische Benjamin Gründer vertelt: “Michael had invited me to his club lake some time ago and I finally found the time at the beginning of May. Michael fished two days before I arrived and caught two super specimens weighing 10 and 23,5 kg. The weather forecast predicted rain and wind for the following days. Since I had previously fished numerous waters of a similar structure, I knew what my tactics would be. Relatively shallow lakes with plain bottom structures are ideal for attracting fish to your feed. So, we put out our marker poles and created a feeding ground on the lake of approximately 50 meters in length and five meters in width.
The weather forecast proved accurate and the low pressure area that had warmed the lake for several weeks to around 20 degrees was replaced with storm clouds that rumbled with thunder and unleashed torrential rain. Now, everything was playing into our hands and the last night of the trip was something I will remember for the rest of my life. In the afternoon, we added grass carp of 21,3 and 16 kg to our haul and the night brought another weighing 19,3 kg.
In the early hours of the morning, the heavy rain subsided a little and we had run after run. A mirror carp of 12,4 kg kicked things off, followed ten minutes later by a 17,5 kg mirror. While photographing the fish, there was a run on one of my two Old School rods, As soon as I picked up the rod, I knew there was a big fish on the other end and we followed the fleeing giant with the boat. We were quickly above the fish, which I could recognize in around three meters of water. There he was! So many carp trips, so many fish landed, so many fruitless hours – and now he was no more than five meters from the boat. I was as nervous as I was when I landed my first big carp from the Lac d‘Orient in France almost 20 years ago.
The fight seemed to go on forever. However, after around 20 minutes, I slid the fish into the landing net and a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. The digital scales read ‘Error’ and Micha and I knew the fish must have been significantly above 25 kg. So we weighed the carp with my catfish scales, which showed 27,5 kg.
The rain began to fall again and, right on cue, my last rod took off. The fight in the rain was crazy and the fish fought even harder than the 55-pounder.
Micha and I hugged each other with joy. In the knowledge that, with the right feeding, the right tactics and the right timing, we had enjoyed a magic moment.”