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BOBBY
JACK
THOMPSON
COOTE
c raves – three fish mo uth i n g a t th e sc u m t h a t h a d co l l e c te d
i n the corner of the lake. I wa ste d n o t i m e wh a t s o eve r, a n d I
g rabbed a slice of bread, a s h arp h o o k a n d my t ru s t y 6 f t s aw n o f f. This is the quickest an d ea s i e s t way o f s te a l i n g a b i te i n
t h at situation, and it sure ly wa s ex p l o s ive wh e n I b u ri ed my
h o ok inside the mouth of a ve r y a n gr y mi rro r. I t was t h e m o s t
i n credible fight , being flat- ro d d e d o n mo re t h a n o ne o c c a s i o n
a s I tried to slip the net u n d er i t . A s I p e ere d i n to t h e n e t , I
c o uld see it really was a re ma rka b le f i s h w i th h e av y s c a l e s a n d
b i g, long barbules. I was ab s o l u te ly b uzz ed w i t h exc i tem en t
o f the thought that the blu eb e l l p h o to g ra p h wa s to b e c o m e a
re ality at long last . Whils t ke ep i n g my eye s p e e l e d a s u s u a l
fo r unwanted company, I b ro ke t h e n e t d ow n , c h e c ke d t h e f i n s
a n d lifted the full net from t h e wa te r a n d di sa p p e a re d i n to t h e
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