Off out again, at 02.30 hrs this morning, headed for another session on the new drain. I had both rods fishing on my chosen spots, munga introduced plus a few freebies, by 03.45 hrs. It was deathly still, but the stars were partially hidden by a thin veil of high cloud - no satellites or shooting stars today! The air temperature registered 14 C on the car display, but I'd put on a couple of extra layers in readiness for the dawn, when the mist rises over the marshlands and temperatures take a dive. It felt good, I'm sure fellow anglers know what I mean, and I was confident of some action. At 04.55 hrs I had a liner on the right hand rod, within five minutes the indicator smashed up to the butt and I was in. A fabulous scrap on my ancient relics, but the same outcome as I slid my prize over the rim of the landing net. I might not have the eloquence to describe the thrill of playing a fish on a split cane rod, but I do know it is impossible to beat the experience!
The basic statistics revealed a weight of 14 lbs 12 oz, my photos showing just how angry this fish was; dorsal fin erect and full of attitude. I carried on fishing until 07.00 hrs without further action, my camera getting an airing as I attempted to capture the magnificence of the dawn horizon prior to the regulation fish shots. A cracking morning - Bev reckons I'm getting the hang of this fishing lark!