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BOBBY COOTE
t h i s c a r p s a f e l y. I w a s t h i n k i n g t o m y s e l f s t i l l t h a t t h i s w a s
either a catfish or a unit of a carp because the runs this fish
was taking were just stupid. Luckily an old boy who always
walks through early mornings with his dog and has a little
chinwag with me was coming along the dock, and I just felt
the relief that he could watch my stuff as I dealt with this
fish that was on speed or steroids of some sort . So while he
was keeping watch for me and I got the better of the fish, I
t h e n s a w i t c o m i n g u p t h r o u g h t h e w a t e r.
It was then that I realised it was the Friendly Ghost , and
at first I honestly thought I was seeing things, as this fish
n e v e r r e a l l y p u t u p m u c h o f a f i g h t i n t h e o t h e r f iv e o r s i x
t i m e s I ’ d c a u g h t h e r. I n e t t e d h e r q u i c k l y a n d j u s t w a n t e d t o
g e t h e r i n t o a s a c k s o I c o u l d p u t m y s t u f f a w a y i n t h e c a r,
b u t w h e n I w e n t t o r e m o v e t h e h o o k I c o u l d n’ t b e l i e v e w h a t
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