Saturday 19 May 2018

Double Disaster

On the pond watching the dawn ready to stalk some carp off the top - and it didn't take long to hit a fish, careful fight on my scaled down 6lb line - and she was mine - delighted!

As she thrash about in the net one of the arms snapped - f*ck! It was only 5.30am and my day was done - but at least I had my prize, and on the unhooking mat she looked about 15lb - a big fish for this pond.

I dunked the weigh sling, zeroed the scales and as I transferred her from the broken net into the sling she thrashed again, slid off the mat through the reeds and despite a desperate grab she was gone! F*ck!!

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck! No weight or photo but she was comfortably a double, so that's double number 17 on the books - even though I haven't got a shred of proof. And I need to buy a new net. F*ck!!!


  1. Mother said there'd be days like this.

    1. Serves me right for worrying about weights and photos! But now I’ve calmed down, it was great to just catch a fish - and if it was only going to be one, a beautiful double will do!