After all the rushing around and worrying it was now time to chill out, take it all in and hope. I went to bed that night feeling really confident. At around 3AM I was awoken by the sound of the bobbin absolutely smashing the rod blank, even before the alarm sounded. It just absolutely tore off and I went from stone asleep into battle mode in a matter of seconds.
The fish took a good 50-60 yards of line on its first run, before hitting the surface. The battle was far from over and we spent the next 10 minutes playing tug of war, until she decided to slowly realise I was the stronger opponent; but not before she had one last gasp effort at trying to do me, in some snags down my left hand margin. Luckily, we had removed these in a recent work party, as otherwise it would have all been over right there. She went in the net first time of asking and the feeling that it had finally come good was, to be honest, a huge relief.
I peered down into the folds of my net, turning the head torch on to have a look at my prize, and recognised it as the fish that Baz Lloyd had caught, now known simply as ‘Baz’s’. She looked massive and this was confirmed when the needle on the scales pulled round to 47lb 2ounces!