I won't go into too much detail, but not so long afterwards the rod tip pulled hard to the right, a typical barbel bite. An immense dirty scrap commenced. I honestly thought it was a barbel, I was pretty sure of it and my legs started to buckle with excitement. When I did eventually see what was on the end of my line I was surprised and ecstatic because I just knew it was going to another PB. Panic stations arrived when I shipped out to land it, the net somehow tangled around the rim, tightly! Holding the tension on my rod as the fish was bucking away, I had to ship back in and with one hand try and untangle the net. Anyway I managed it and scooped her in.
I just couldn't believe what I was looking at. I unhooked her there and then and walked through the bushes, backwards taking all the brunt of the thorns protecting net and fish and got to my rucksack.
I measured her length and girth and took a few photos then walked to the open bank and rested her whilst I crouched down and thought to myself, 'I've only gone and bloody done it again!' Another PB and so soon after my 7lb 3oz. After resting her for 20 or so minutes I released her back and I watched her slowly swim back right under that same overhanging tree.
7lb 11oz
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Chapmans 500
Mitchell 300 reel.