I worked at a wildlife sanctuary one day a week when I was at school and sometimes we'd get marine birds that were injured in and we'd catch eels to feed them while they healed up. The ells used to hammer the ducklings pretty hard so they used to have an elling competition once a year to help keep the numbers down.
I told my mates it was coming up so four of us entered it looked like most of the other competitors were fathers with pretty small kids and we were all about 16 so we bush bashed through to the furthest side of the lake where the really big ones seemed to hang out while the families tried to their luck on the grass. It was pretty slow going at first but as the sun got lower we got more eels and the size only got bigger . We pulled the pin when it was on full dark and went back for the weigh in with the monsters we'd caught .
When we got to the weigh in we noticed the car park was pretty much empty and there was only a couple of staff cleaning up and they told us the comp had ended an hour ago, they'd dished out prizes and eveyone else had gone home. The worst part was the "winner" was so small our smallest eel would have eaten it for a snack.
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