"This is a proper un" I muttered to myself as the fish tried it's hardest to head down river.
The clutch on the 55 yelped a couple of times before I managed to get the fish under control and heading in my direction, at this point the mink had done the off and was probably thinking to himself that it all looked a little to much hassle this fishing lark!!
Soon enough my prize was lying in the net recovering for five minutes while I calmed myself down with a smoke and at this point I rang the old fella who was fishing further upstream to tell him of my news and could he come and take a couple of pictures for me and help with the weighing.
I was now thinking to myself that this funny old game we call fishing was definitely a funny old game!!
It don't get much better than that!!!