Day Four

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The same couldn’t be said for Gra­ham, who had been qui­etly set­ting out his stall at the bot­tom end of the lake, far away from the madding crowds. By com­par­i­son, he had filled in the far mar­gin of his swim and at some point shortly be­fore dawn, his mid­dle rod had trun­dled off. After a pro­tracted fight through the dense weed, he had the Queen of the lake safely en­sconced in the folds of his net. It was all spawned out but at a weight of 63lb, I don’t think he was overly both­ered.

The sweats started and I just wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and maybe have a cry. Sadly, I also knew that wasn’t go­ing to help mat­ters ei­ther

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