I waded out onto the gravel spit to give myself a good angle on the fish as a knew of 1 or 2 serious snags further down the margin towards Nev’s swim. One of my legs had now begun to shake, quite involuntary due to the surge of adrenaline which was making its way around my body! I kept a steady pressure on, easing her back towards me.
A couple of times I felt her hit heavy weed but patience and steady pressure saw her powering her way through. This is when a good quality braid and minimal rig components all pay dividends, a lesson I’ve learned through fishing for carp on very weedy waters. Once again she hit the surface, but this time she was close! Probably 25 yards from the bank. By this time another syndicate member, Mark had seen the disturbance from around the lake and run round to offer assistance, always welcome when dealing with a big fish.
As she hit the surface and gave a roll I could see she was beginning to tire. I steadily waded back towards the bank where Mark was already waiting with the net. I drew her to the surface one last time, she rolled onto her side and I slid her into the net. We both grabbed the arms of the net and bustled her deep into the mesh. A mistake at this point would have been heartbreaking! We broke the net down, rolled down the mesh and ushered her into the shallows. As I knelt down in the water beside her I rolled back the mesh to reveal the huge flanks.