As
the rod took up the pressure I basically hauled and spun
sending a rather irate crab flying over my shoulder and
onto the bank behind, releasing the line in the process.
Having not even having a bump in days, and rather keen to
return home with anything, I had no choice but to attempt
to grab this rather pissed-off mud crab. I managed to get
one of my bare feet onto it's back and pin it to the ground,
and since I wanted to keep fishing, proceeded to pile any
available rock onto it's back in the hope of pinning it
there, which I managed to do.
Yes,
we released him, of course, in garlic and black beam sauce.
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Just
a thought from Uncle Barry :
Law
of Location: No matter where you go, there you are.
