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ASH GEDEN
I t was just before 5 am wh en t he E O S le t o u t a s h o rt s e ri e s o f
b l eeps as the line pinged f ro m t h e c l i p an d th e ro d t i p s ta r te d
to arch over on the midd l e ro d . I wa s o n i t b e fo re i t h a d a
c h ance to even take any li n e , a n d up o n p i c k i n g u p th e ro d , I
c o nnected with some seri o u s ly h eav y re si st an c e . O u t i n t h e
gl oomy half light through th e m i s t a n d dr i z z l e , I c o u l d s ee
t h ere was a huge swirl ove r t he are a fo l lowe d by the d e e p e s t ,
e c hoing roll of water you c o u ld i m a gi ne , wh i c h l ef t t h e h a i rs
o n the back of my neck sta n d i n g o n e n d . Fo r a mo m e n t t h e re
I was, flat-rodded as the f i s h l un g e d an d c h a rg e d o f f l e f t
d ownstream from where I h ad ho o ke d i t , o n ly t a k i n g a fe w
ya rds of line, but with suc h p owe r, my h e a r t s ta r ted to ra c e .
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