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RICHARD SKIDMORE
WHERE LEGENDS
HAVE TRODDEN
Out there in the darknes s , t h e mo n ste rs h a d b ee n o n t h e
m ove. Huge crashes in the d ea d o f n i gh t h ad d i s t u rb e d m e o n
a n d off from my slumber. I wa s s e t u p i n t h e m o s t fa m o u s s p o t
o n the small three-acre wa te r, th e W i l low P i tc h . T h e m i s t wa s
s l owly clearing, and as I gl an c e d ove r to my r i gh t , I c o u l d j u s t
m ake out the ancient oak ra i l r u n n i n g t h e l e n g th o f t h e d a m .
J a ck Hilton was set up on t h e fa r b an k f i s hi n g u p towa rd s t h e
s h allows in the 35 P itch, a nd B i l l Q ui nl a n wa s a c ro s s t h e p o o l
i n the Evening Pitch, a s p o t n ea r wh ere th e o l d b o a t h o u s e
o n ce stood… It was the pe r fe ct c a r p f i s h e r ’s mo r n .
Suddenly Jack called o ut , h i d d en by t he m i s t . He was i n to a
f i s h and needed some assi s t a nc e . T he 3 5 P i tc h wa s ti gh t w i t h
w i llows on both sides and a swa mp to t h e r i gh t . I th row t h e o l d
a r my blanket off an d I sho o t a c ro s s t he d a m a s fa s t a s I c a n ,
ro unding t he outfall and th en p a s s i n g B i ll i n t h e Eve n i n g P i tc h
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