Returning, I simply had to get back to Stanton if I could. The Monday night was my only option and with the gear ready to go, I flew out of work and straight to the lake. There was two anglers on and with the wind trickling into the same zone, they had both plotted up on the windward bay. I snuck into a swim called churn between the two anglers in situ and found two spots really close at 8 and 10 wraps respectively. I baited with a kilo or so of bait over both and sat back watching the water. Other than a few shows in my zone, it was relatively quiet.
I awoke early and sat watching the lake. As the morning drew on, I began packing away for a 9am start at work. At around 6am the left hand rod dropped back and as I lifted into it the fish bucked from the margin and shot off into the lake. Again it weeded me at times, but I gently eased it to the surface and a fish called ‘mini mini pig’ was scooped up. I quickly repositioned the rod and opted not to rebait. One cast and donked on to the spot, the rod was fishing again within minutes.
As the pictures were done and the fish returned, I started getting bits onto the barrow and tidied away. Whilst doing so, the same rod just hooped round and the buzzer couldn’t keep up such was the ferocity of the take. The fish absolutely beasted me, swimming left and right and stripping line. I was knitting one and pearling the other too many times to remember, but eventually the fish popped up and it was ‘Joe’s Lin’. A brace of 30’s was a real result, but as I was putting the rod out again, the other spot kicked in and I received another take! This time I could tell it was smaller immediately and at 24lb and ounces, little ‘lemon belly’ paid me a visit.