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Summer of Sam
cover. Once I got over the spot and
hooped the rod into the heavy weight,
slowly it all began to move. Halfway
to the surface there was a little jolt as
the fish popped from the weed and I
saw a nice common ascending from
the depths. I saw an opportunity and
thrust the net into the water, engulfing him before he broke surface and
realised what was happening. Once
in the net he thrashed around a fair
bit, but was all too late and soon after
I held up a deep-bodied 28lb 2oz
common for the camera.
The rest of the day passed without
action; the boating activity probably
spooked any other fish that were
present. I took the opportunity and
redid my rods early ready for the
night, and at dusk the lake came alive.
There were plenty of fish showing in
the dense weed 20-30 yards beyond
where I was fishing, and as dusk
turned to dark, the shows got closer
and closer to my baited area. As I
drank a couple of beers with Craig
and his dog Roscoe made himself
comfy on my bedchair, a fish showed
twice right on top of my baited area.
We both agreed the rod had to go and
right on cue the bobbin tightened to
the alarm and a fish was on. It gave a
spirited fight but I managed to land it
from the bank. In the light of the head
torch, from the top, it looked like a big
fish, and for a minute I thought I had
banked one of the big mirrors (the
Pale Mirror) because he was long and
(Top) A bit of a character fish? 23lb
(Right) Rods out and ready for action
at sunset.


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