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ADAM KITCHEN
t h e swim he was in, so I g o t i n th e re a f te r wo rk o n a Fri d ay.
I t was very slow that nigh t , an d t he f i s h we re j u s t h o l d i n g
u p in fron t of me on Satu rd ay, s o I wa s s i t t i n g o n my h a n d s
waiting for that bite… but n o t hi ng . T ha t n i gh t , I p u t o u t a l o t o f
M ainline’s new test bait , a n d t he n ex t m o rn i n g wa s s o me t h i n g
I won’t forget …
A couple of beeps on my m i d d le ro d , an d I k n e w I wa s i n ,
a s I was locked up. I stru c k i nto i t , b u t di d n’ t fe e l a ny t h i n g .
T h inking I’d been done, I wa s w i n d i n g i n wh e n t h e ro d b e n t
over. The fish had swum towa rd s m e , a n d i t fe l t g o od . Af te r a
te n-minute battle, the f ish fe lt re ady. I d i d n’ t h ave a c l u e wh a t
t h e fish was till it came up re ady fo r n e tt i n g . I saw i t , a n d t h e n
my legs went to jelly. I kne w wh i c h f i sh i t wa s , a nd s h e b o l te d
a gain towards some snags . I wa s f la p p i n g s o b a d ly ! T h e n s h e
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