Joe,
No great skill but let me first paint you a picture. It was the weekend of my 30th birthday and was fishing for Carp with my mate on a Kent gravel pit. My birthday dawned on a bright sunny Sunday morning and by 10am we were baking in the sun. Come 10:30 i’d Had enough, been fishing since Friday afternoon with nowt to show for it. The Carp were sunning them selves and slowly cruising up and down the the lake, as I say 10:30 and my thoughts were on a birthday dinner and a pint so I lift the RH rod high into the air to lift the trilobe lead and get it to plane over the gravel bars....everything went solid! Weed I exclaimed, then the weed started up the lake, convinced I had foulhooked a Carp I had an effort to turn the fish....anyway some 15 minutes or so later I had two very menacing eyes peering at me as I steered the fish toward the net and four foot behind was this great paddle of a tail. It had grabbed my yellow boilie and was fairly hooked in the scissors, so yup a great PB but a totally fluke capture. This all happened on 26th June 1983 long before many on here were born I suspect.
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