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EXCLUSIVE
The Si Harris Mirror
s l i p up. I was on the end o f a
w arm northerly wind and t h e
f i s h were stacked in fron t o f
m e. I bagged 19 carp that t r i p
f i s hing eight wraps fro m th e
b a nk in new money. Th ose t wo
b i g commons were fi rm ly o n
m y mind and subconsciou sl y I
f e l t it was now or never. L i k e
I had a sixth sense that t i m e
w as running out. I remem b e r
p a cking up from that t r i p
w ondering if I was ever g o i n g
to catch that illusive 50Lb
common.
S a d l y, a l i t t l e t i m e d o w n t h e
l i n e, n e ws f i l t e r e d t h o u g h t h a t
the perfect common had been
found dead. It was a stark
r e m i n d e r t h a t n o t h i n g l a st s
for ever and time waits for
no man. Also, at the time of
w ri t i n g, t h e B o x c o m m o n h a s
n o t b e e n se e n f o r a n u m b e r o f
years and I fear that another
great fish has escaped my
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