New Years Eve and the pull of the lake is too strong, the car is loaded up in the rain and off I go for a couple of hours of fresh air and hopefully a pike, large or small it really doesn't matter. An hour later away goes the little red float and a lean and hungry pike is duly netted, unhooked, given a stroke and returned.
I don't know what it weighed, it was about 34'' long and beautifully marked; a delightful present from 'pikeworld' to mark the turn of the year.
Dusk falls and it's away home for a beer from the Christmas store.
