Free Line 109 — October 2026 - Flipbook - Page 112
EXCLUSIVE
d i sturbed the darkness. T h e n ,
c o mpletely out of no where, t h e
r i ght hand rod tore off. A f t e r
a short but powerful ba t t l e,
a huge mirror rolled over t h e
w aiting net cord. I loo ked i n t o
t h e mesh and simp ly sto o d
t h ere in disbelief. It w a s
M i ke’s Pet. One of Wraysbu r y ’s
t r ue icons. Not only ha d I
l a nded one of the lake’s m o s t
s o ught after carp, I had a l s o
a c hieved a new perso nal b e s t
a n d caught my very first U K
f i f ty. At that moment ev e r y
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sacrifice made throughout
the
campaign
suddenly
became
w o r t h w h i l e.
The
freezing winter mornings, the
countless hours of observation,
t h e b l a n k s e ss i o n s a n d t h e
unwavering belief had all led
t o o n e u n f o r g e t t a b l e c a p t u r e.
The Long Sutton may have
s l i p p e d t h r o u g h m y f i n g er s o n
t h i s o c c a s i o n , b u t W r a y sb u r y
had rewarded me with one of
its greatest treasures.
Some stories have an ending
- t h i s o n e ’s j us t t h e b e g i n n i n g
