It was a terrible Friday as I had to cancel on the Mumbai meet. I slept like a baby that night. That is I woke up crying every hour. Finally my better by miles half took pity on me and said the magic words 'go on Sunday'.
I left for this new place I had heard of near by. I can't reveal its location as I have been sworn to secrecy. The deal here is simple. After a long time the Yamuna flooded the farms and filled all the nalas. Now that the water has gone down lots of fish fill these pools and ponds.
Driving out much before dawn I reached the place at around 6.30 and caught up with one of the locals. We hit the water and I went about setting lines baited with wonderful stuff made with Ali's recipe. And the wait began.
Ten minutes later I saw an enormous splash at the edge of the Hyacinth. I knew who that monster was. Fortunately I was carrying a few Scum Frog with me, so I set up another rod fast.
The first cast landed on top of the leaves. Perfect! a few twitches on top of the leaves, then a gentle plop into the water and WHAM! Big sol.
This same thing continued for the rest of the afternoon. Till the group of onlookers became so big that I people had started setting up food carts.
The score by the end of the afternoon was 24 murrel. A lot released, a few taken home and shared with the neighbours. Not a single Rahu though they are there and they are big.
Ah! yes the one that got away. I had a hit on a long cast way to the other end of the pool. The frog landed right at the edge of the weeds. As the ripples died down I took the time to get a long drink of water. And then twitched the little green froggie ever so gently. WHAMMO!!!! The biggest sol I have ever seen, it jumped right out of the water, hit my frog and ran making my reels scream even though the drag was screwed tight. A minute later hit turned and headed back for the weeds. But before I could do anything the 30lbs line snapped like string. the only thing I could do was let out all the abuses i knew in english, hindi, punjabi, bengali, marathi, garwali and nepali. And then settle with a final "I'll be back".
The birds have arrived. Thousands of them landed in a farm near the Yamuna just outside delhi
The first of many.
For a sense of size look at the Kingfisher bottle. Also note that there are two types of Sol. The 'other' one was called Gobra by the locals. they do not get bigger than 5 kgs.