Gainst all the odds the trout was landed
And brought to table single-handed.
In pride a record fresh was set,
Line drawn, swish fish its mistress met.
Here by the riverside lay stranded
A seven pounder scaled and banded.
Rod raised amazed, no annals yet
Could boast the record inked and wet.
Unequalled was sure skill she showed,
Surprise replied with pride that glowed.
29 August 1992 robi3_0597_robi3_0000
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