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w e were t aking photog ra p h s ,
s u ddenly Dad’s alarm w e n t
a s well. He ran back to h i s
s wim and managed to l a n d
a little co mmon. That me a n t
w e could get something I’d
r e ally wanted from the tr i p –
a photogr aph toge ther w i t h
m y mum & dad ho ldi n g a
c a rp. That moment is on e o f
m y favourites from the wh o l e
s e ssion. It wasn’t abo ut wh i c h
f i s h was biggest. It was m e
a n d my dad, sitting toge t h e r
a t Yateley Pads Lake, b o th
h o l d i n g c a r p w e ’d c a u g h t a t
e x a c tl y t h e s a m e t i m e.
One Last Morning: That night
e v e r y t h i n g f in a l l y w e n t q u i e t .
Fo r o n c e, I a c t u a l l y m a n a g e d
t o g e t a p r o p e r n i g h t ’s s l e e p !
The following morning it was
t i m e t o s t a r t p a c k i n g a w a y.
We s l o wl y b e g a n l o a d i n g
everything up but, like all carp
anglers do, we left the rods
o u t u n t i l t h e v e r y l a s t m i n u t e.
Yo u n e v e r k n o w. T h e r e m i g h t
a l w a y s b e o ne m o r e b i t e. A n d
t h e r e w a s . U n f o r t u n a t e l y. . .
