The smash...the mighty head-shake...the screaming line...the J-U-U-U-U-M-M-P...more screaming...until those three mighty words from the fisherman's bible were shouted with conviction and anxiety:
GET THE NET!
Although not a record by any means, nor even close to my PB, I thought that, at just shy of 4lbs., my prisoner would be worthy of a few pics. The one I've posted here is my favourite, and not a bad job for some strange 9-yr-old girl who showed up with her brother just as I started to fight the fish. She agreed to take a couple of pics and this is one of them.
It put up a great fight, showed me its best side and then was released to swim another day.
Now-w-w-w...next?
