A couple of captures really stood out in particular the one known as the big fully it hadn’t been out for over ten years until that season. That August morning I woke to a single bleep at just gone 5am the bobbin was motionless. I noticed a slight quiver in the line, something told me I needed to lift into it and so I quickly pulled on my waders and lifted in to it. There was very little resistance and I thought I’d hooked into one of the many tench but just as it neared the bank the rod hopped over and water erupted with the fish tail walking and swinging straight round on the tight line into the waiting net. I could believe what had happened and sat there staring at my prize in disbelief. I called some good mates and they all instantly came to the lake and we did the photos as the sun rose over the Kent downs. Truly a magical morning and one I won’t forget.