One of the old school. Ian! I simply could not spend the obligatory hour or more hurling things that weigh a pound-plus into a pristine, glass-topped lake of early morn...Ga-bloosh! Ga-bloosh! What if some poor, dedicated schmuck has had a piece of crust floating out there since pre-dawn? He's likely to retaliate by slinging his copy of 'Be quiet, and go a-angling' at you! I really do appreciate though, Ian, that the great majority of recognised carp waters have long been subjected to the brutalism of modern carp-fishing, so it is - I admit - unlikely that a quill-contemplating tencher will storm around the lake for a confrontation: you're all part of the same persuasion so there exists a common understanding - indeed, acceptance. It does happen though! In August, my morning idyll was shattered by a spodder (let's just say his name'll win you a game of Scrabble hands-down) whose activities were effectively identical to a bunch of brick-hurling saboteurs. Seriously. Not very nice when you've got your swim fizzing and the float's about to sail away. For fellow (modern) carpers, Ian, your article could well be the definitive work on baiting and casting; it's a good piece, I think. I just couldn't resist a pop at the...the...the insensitivity of it all.