Small is beautiful, The Perch.

Ah yes! 4am,  Up before the Sun,  Fishing tackle ready,

Flask of coffee into the car, and off i go,

A peaceful drive to my destination with thoughts of that beautiful Perch which

has eluded me for quite a while now,  It’s now 5am and the Birds are singing,

the hook is baited, and in the still waters, a juicy worm wriggles on the hook as the tip of the float moves ever so gently.

Half an hour gone, and some Locals are out for an early morning stroll,

Good Morning! I hear from behind, and good morning to you is my reply!  as I look over my shoulder,

On turning back to face the lake, I notice my float has disappeared,

As i reach for my rod to strike,  I spot the float settling back on top of the water.

OK! I think to myself,  he’s had a taste,  he will be back,  my hand settles a couple of inches

above the rod,  ready to pounce as i expect the float to disappear again.

Suddenly! the float is gone,  I Strike,  the Reel screams,  He’s on,

He’s fighting hard,  he pulls left,  he pulls right,  the tip of the rod bends further and further,

he’s the one I want,  he must be 5lb,  he struggles for a while and begins to tire,  he comes to the surface,

Oh Yes!  I think to myself as i scan the area for my Camera,

The Fish of a lifetime.

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