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Katia Arouses a Lump
A stunning linear and a perfect way to
end the session!
before dark and dusk saw me standing on a muddy knoll trying to retain
my balance against the strong wind.
This was the perfect viewing point for
all round the swim. Just into dark I
saw a black shadow rise from the
waves and slip back down again. This
was right over my right hand rod and
my confidence was buoyed. Ten minutes later I was still in the same spot,
when out of the corner of my eye I
notice my right isotope was higher
then the others. When I fixed my gaze
on it I could see it was tight against
the alarm. Then there were two
clicks, as the ‘Stow fell off and the line
was snatched from the line clip. This
was followed by the rod arcing round
and a clutch fizzing, but no alarm – I
had forgotten to turn it on! It was a
good job I wasn’t in my bivvy because
I wouldn’t have heard the clutch over
the wind and my rods were obscured
by reeds so I wouldn’t have seen it
either! The fish gave a fiesty scrap,
but I soon had another double in the
net. What it lacked in stature it made
up for in looks, because it was a
cracking heavily plated mirror. At 3am
I was up again and with the rod in my
hand playing what turned out to be a
23lb 8oz mirror. I then put a fresh rig
on and rebaited the swim.
At 9am I landed the sixth fish of the
session, a deep, old looking common
that weighed in at 28lb 4oz. I couldn’t
help but imagine how many fish the
session would bring now I had caught
six in less than 48 hours! But as is
often the way, things began to slow
down as the fish grew more cautious
and started to leave the area. In fact I
had to wait until nearly seven the following morning for the next bite. The
fight was quite weighty from the start
but I didn’t really read too much into
it because a few of the upper twenties
had given me a good run about.
Besides I was just enjoying the experience, because the morning was in
complete contrast to the preceding
days – the wind had dropped off and
the clouds had cleared. As I stood
waist deep in the water, looking at the
lunging rod tip, I could see the sun
starting to crown on the horizon and
light up the faint mist on the lake.
Then my tranquil thoughts were
shattered as the fish rolled on the surface and I saw the flank of a large,
dark mirror. I instantly thought it was
a fish called the Woodcarving, not the
biggest fish in the lake at mid-30, but
as the name suggests it is stunning,
and one I thought would look good in
my album. I really wanted this fish in
the net, now! However as usual the
carp had other ideas and stuck its
dorsal out of the water like a proud
perch and refused to be led in, but
eventually I managed to slip the net
under him. I parted the mesh to find it
wasn’t the Woodcarving, and it looked
bigger than mid-30! I only knew of
two mirrors around that weight in the
water and it certainly wasn’t the Pale
Mirror. So it must be the Big Mirror!
He looked a whole lot better than the
only photo I had seen of him; the
scrapes and scars had healed and he
looked a lot darker. I zeroed the sling
and hoisted him up on the scales. The
needle bounced around for a bit, but
seemed to be indicating around the
40lb mark. They were shuddering
around between 39lb 14oz and 40lb
2oz as I tried my best to hold them


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