. . . We trawl the water hole, (past the sleeping croc), and I feel the first tug . . . tug . . . as my lure drags the bottom. The next tug is followed by a long z-r-r-r-r-r-r as the line plays out, and then splash . . . splash . . . splash as my first catch of the day jumps and fights. I can still see that silver gleaming 85-centimetre beauty arching her back as she jumps and . . . .
