Thursday, 8 December 2011

23rd October 2011


One of them nights when you look at the television and nothing decent on and the missus is out, thought i should grab a rod and my brother for a late night hunt for a good fight, after 5 small barbel between us further upstream the brother decides enough is enough, but with everything at a good condition i thought staying may pay dividends and at 3:30 in the morning and feeling wearey eyed, had a crazy take which nearly cut my finger off!, after a very good scrap and wet trainers slid the net under this 7lbs 2ozs Barbel, a very welcome fish for a somewhat drab night. (glad my camera has a timer!!)

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