Arriving at the lake on a mild, overcast morning, the signs were good. Fish were showing over the shallow plateau and I set up to intercept them.

The first bite came just after dark — a screaming take that unfortunately came adrift after a hectic scrap. Heartbreaking, but part of the game.

At first light the left rod was away and after a dogged fight a stunning common slid over the net cord. Moments like these are what it's all about.