The hope was for a flight of geese or some other wildfowl this morning in a soft morning light.
Instead there was this fisherman getting lucky with bread on his line. A line of just 6lb breaking strain.
The four pounder was returned to the water soon after.
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One mile down the road |
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Gently playing the fish |
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Safely in the net |
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With a little help |
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Heading for fresh water out of the sluice gate |
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The ebb tide will soon reveal the estuary mud |
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