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ADRIAN
APRIL
BOBBYCHIVERTON
COOTE
WINTLE
n e t , and I managed to get t h e f i s h to tu r n i n t h e d e e p e r wa te r
a n d head back to me. The hu g e f i s h to o k a g u l p o f a i r, a n d I
s l i d the net under and lif te d… Ye ss s s ! ! T he b e a s t wa s m i n e ! !
I folded back the net , lo o ke d at my p ri ze , a n d l o o ki n g b a c k
a t me was the biggest car p i n t he l a ke . I p l a c e d t he f i s h i n
t h e cradle, still shaking, a n d l i f te d t h e s c a l es . It we n t to a
whopping 46lb 2oz. Wow! A m a ss ive n e w P B fo r m e, a n d wh a t
a dark stunner it really wa s. P h o to s d o n e , I k i s s e d i t g o o d bye ,
a n d it slowly swam off ! I wa s s ti ll i n to t a l s h o c k ! I re t u r n e d
t h e rod back in the water, an d a s b e fo re , h eav i ly bai te d u p .
T h e day was once again slow i n h i gh te mp e ra t u re s , an d I wa s
o n ly catching a tan, totally st i l l i n s ho c k .
T h e evening came, and I re ca s t a ll t h e ro d s a n d p u t a n o t h e r
fe w boilies over my other s p o t s . N i gh t fe ll , an d i t p l u n g e d
i n to darkness. I heard a c o u p l e o f f i sh ju m p i n g a n d c ra s h i n g
t h roughout the night , but t hey s ee m ed a lo n g way o f f my sp o ts .
T h is time I was ready… I wa s up a t f i rs t li gh t , wa tc h i n g t h e
s u nrise with a hot cup of te a, wa i ti ng fo r t h e c a rp to m a ke
t h eir appearance back dow n i n th e s h a ll ows . B an g o n t i m e, my
m i ddle rod was away with a ma s s ive o n e- to n er, a ga i n m a k i n g
m e jump a mile. I spilt my mu g w i th te a al l ove r m e …
I hit the rod and took on t h i s an g r y c a rp . T h e f i s h m u s t h ave
fo und every weedbed in fro n t o f me , b u t w i t h a l i t t l e p re s s u re ,
I eased her over the net . A s I l o o ke d d ow n , I c o u l d s e e a fa i r
s i zed dark common. No wo n d e r s h e fo u gh t s o we l l ! I we t t h e
c radle once again and weigh ed h e r. Sh e we n t 31 l b 5 oz a n d wa s
a s black as your hat . I was s o h ap py t h at my p l a n h a d wo rke d
a gain! I slipped her back, b uz z i n g . Wow – wh a t a s e s s i o n ! I t
j u st proves that you do n’t h ave to c as t to t he h o ri zo n to c a tc h
– j ust a gentle flick could m a ke me m o r i e s fo reve r.
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