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SI ASH
LLEWELLYN
GEDEN
c o me to the realisation th a t t he c a mo -l ad e n g ee z er u n d e r t h e
b rolly was none other tha n an o ld ma te , G az ! I k n e w G a z f ro m
a syndicate I fished years a g o . N ow wh en I te l l yo u G a z wa s
a lad, I mean he was a lad – a n o l d s c ho o l a n gl e r wh o l ove d
a l augh and a joke and a c an o f S te ll a o r te n ! A f ter t h e u s u a l
h a ndshakes and ‘How are ya j o c keys ? ’ We f i re d u p t he Co l e m a n
fo r a brew and began our c ar py li t t le c a tc h u p .
As we sat huddled unde r t h e c a nva s si p p i n g away, my o l d
m ate began to unfurl some d e ta i l s a n d h i s to r y o f t he l a ke a n d
i t s quarry, as he had fished i t a l o t a s te en a g e r. T h e l a ke wa s
r u moured to hold around 3 0 k n ow n c a r p , t h e m i r ro r s we re
j e t black and scaly, the co m mo n s re se m b le d s o me t h i n g f ro m
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