September 11th (the 2006 version)

September 11th. What a day not to remember, I meant the 2006 version. Started
out just like any ordinary autumn's morning. But, not after I landed a decent
size perch by U.K standards. Then, followed by another even better size one. It
was almost like the scene was on playback. I landed yet another good size one.
But this time, it was my personal best. Didn't had any weighing scales with me
but this monster is easily more than 3lbs. I ended up releasing it without even
taking a close-up. Damn...

 

My personal best? you bet. Perch of this size is very hard to come by in the U.K. In southern Europe, it's a different story.






A quiet day at the canal






Secret spot? Not really, not when it's next to a busy foot path about 5 mins walk from town.






Oh... What's this then? My first Zander.






A close-up view. Noticed the bite wound at the rear of the dorsal fin. Must have been another pike or a zander. That probably
explains why the line went tight.