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PAUL
DICK
WILKINSON
GAYNER
z o oming through the roof f ro m my p rev i o us v i s i t s , I k n e w I
wouldn’t blank. The first n i gh t p as s e d w i t ho u t a s n i f f . O n th e
S a turday, Stud came over to d o a ni gh t . I wa n te d to g e t my
b a it just round the back o f a b us h , b u t a b ra n c h s to p p e d t h i s
f rom happening. Just anot h e r fo o t o r s o f ro m f i s h i n g i n s o m e
re al shitty silt to gravel, i t ha d to b e do n e. S tu d h a d h i s b a i t
b o at and kindly put my ba i t r i gh t wh ere I wa n te d i t . S a t u rd ay
n i ght passed with no actio n , a nd I wa sn’ t t h in k i n g o f my f i rs t
b l ank. By midday the sun wa s u p , an d i t wa s b l o o dy h o t , s o I
t h ought I’d call it a day. A f te r p a c ki ng u p th e h o m e, I l a i d my
ro ds down and started p ac k i n g away my b u zz e r s . S t u d wa s
s tood by talking as I was p a ck i n g u p , a n d j u s t as I l o o ke d
a round, a massive bow wave m ove d o f f t h e b u s h , fo l lowe d by
my rod pulling round o n t h e d e c k! B a n g… I wa s i n ! Af te r a n
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