This morning had a curiously dead feel to it. Usually when setting up the boat in the half light you can hear the occasional splash of feeding fish but not today.
Spent the first hour pitching into my favorite riprap/tullie pockets -nothing! Nothing moving. Nothing biting. Nothing doing.
Decided to cross the slough to a promising looking tullie bank that I hadn't yet tried. Third pitch up along side a point brought a great fat bulge in the water that signalled the big diver had been inhaled with a lazy confidence. She showed her flank on the hook set - omigawd!!!
This was a fish that was obviously used to having her own way, so I gave her a lot of stick and reckon I had her out of the thick stuff before she knew what was happening.
I was convinced she was a double from the time I stuck her to the time I read the boga scale at 8lbs dead. 8 lbs of green, gleaming, fabulous wildness.
Absolute joy
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