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The Last Goodbye: I did
another two nights resulting
in three fish, a mid-twenty
common, a long black mirror,
and a recapture of Nike tic
at thirty-two pounds and
three ounces. A couple weeks
passed until I finally got out
for what turned out to be my
last ever session on franklins
amount of line from me and
kited round a pole in the lake
causing me to lose direct
contact with the fish, the hook
pulled, and I was gutted. But
none the less I sharpened the
hook and got the rig back out.
It got to about eleven o’clock
and the rod went off again, the
carp did the same again but this
before I started college and got
wrapped up in other things.
The swim I first started doing
nights in was my port of call
as I had seen lots of fizzing
out in the middle of the lake,
I was using chods with hemp,
corn, and 12mm fishy boilie
spombed over the top. The first
night was quiet but had a good
social with a matey next door
to me. The dawn chorus broke
out and a mist blanketed the
surface of the water, the kettle
boiling over, and fish poking
their heads out at me. The mist
cleared off and the sheets of fizz
started to peel off the lakebed,
liner after liner, I finally had a
take, the fish took a substantial
time I was not losing it. I waded
from my swim to the next swim
to my left to try and steer the
carp away from the pole to my
right. Using my mates landing
net to net the fish it was only
a low double mirror but looked
pristine. I got a couple pics and
slipped it back. Again, a couple
hours passed without a take,
but I kept getting liners that
kept me confident of a bite. My
dad and sister came down to
the lake to drop me off some
food for the night when I was
playing another fish, it did the
same again, by wading halfway
to the next swim where I got
the fish safe from the pole. A
ball of weed over its head I
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