About an hour later...
I had a big liner and I looked up to see a huge fizz come up around my left hand rod. It always seems an age when you are expecting a bite, but after about 10 minutes the black and white bobbin pulled up and I was in. I immediately played the fish hard due to the weed, and the fish hit the surface, telling me exactly what I had hooked. The legs went and I was probably dribbling, but after a few very scary moments (I thought at one point Id lost him) I netted a big ball of weed and there, hidden underneath, was Tyson. Weight didn’t matter really, but at 41.1 I was more than pleased. My old mate Ian Baily was a minute up the road so helped with the photos and we slipped him back. I quickly changed my plans, packed up, grabbed a bottle of wine and went home, singing all the way.
