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JOHN ANDERSON
h o urs I’d caught a stunnin g mi d t we n ty gh o s t i e . A we e k l a te r,
I was back a few hours b e fo re d ark , an d l ow p re s s u re a n d
s t rong southwesterly winds he l p e d my d ec i s i o n to p l u m p fo r
o n e of three swims. Rods p o s i ti o n ed an d af te r a g o o d fe e d , I
was settled. Night came, a n d I cl i m b ed i n t h e b a g …
J ust two bleeps woke me at 6 .4 5 a m , an d I wa s u p l i ke a s h o t .
Ru nning leads showed the ro d ti p wa s s li ght ly n o d d in g , s o i t
was boots on in a flash. I p i cke d u p th e ro d up , a n d I c o n n e cte d
w i th something heavy. A f te r a fe w m i n u te s o f o p en wa te r
b a ttle, it kited left toward s t he ma rg i n s . N ow th e re a re n’ t
m any snags in Blackwater, b ut th i s f i s h fo u n d o n e , s o i t wa s
ro d down, and I slipped in to my c h e st i e s . W i t h n et u n d e r my
a r m, I slowly waded 3 0 ya rd s d ow n t he le f t m a rg i n . S l e eve s
u p , arm in and sinking the t i p , I f re ed t he l i n e f ro m a tre e ro o t .
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