But with the addition of a natural scent, this could appeal to the catfish is superior sense of smell.

Fisher a little bit sort of wearing at the moment.

I'm thinking something that moves right but also has the right kind of since coming out of it could be successful.

Things were getting desperate.

If this isn't successful, I'm not sure what options are left.

Something's half chewed the tailor, but finally, something takes the squid in the ordinary way out before you please in this fish in it.

It's just not what I'm here for.

These are still hungry.

The catfish is on putting in an appearance, asshole.

With pressure mounting, I decide to head off around the pond's perimeter in the hope that some different spots may change my fortunes.

This bit of water here I've heard that the fish is sometimes seen down here when the weather's warmer, but I'm not an official because my alarm just keeps going off.

But now my efforts are either thwarted by dangerous levels of radiation or the water simply appears lifeless.

This is another part of the lake, but it just seems dead.

There's nothing doing here, asshole.

Hard to stay optimistic when it feels that everything is turning against me.

The layers of bureaucracy.

While all the time my exposure to radiation is steadily increasing, I'm starting to wonder if one might have taken on something which is gonna turn out to be impossible.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

There's one area where catfish have been consistently spotted, but it lies on the very channels that we used to feed the reactor.

So important is the need for a specimen that the authorities have made the ultimate exception, granting me permission to fish on the very arteries leading to the heart of the reactor.

But being this close, can I catch that fish before I reach my exposure limits?

My mom's just gonna, um, this isn't again and again and again on this isn't because of anything and dust on the ground or localized hot spot or anything.

Um, that's one of the That's the Southwest and record.

It's just going off his well, the reason this is going off now is because that is the nucleus of the whole place.

That's reactor number four.

That is where, nearly 30 years ago, 3000 foot tongue of flame Sheldon to be a showering radioactive debris into the surrounding area.

I don't have much time before I reach my limit, so I'm switching up to heavier, more robust gear.

This is my last day.

Time is ticking, and so is my dose meter.

Suddenly I'm put into something, something big, and it's pulling me closer and closer to the radioactive water.

That's all.

Come off the hook.

That might be my only shot.

Only show.

It's awful work.

It's not a sprint towards me.

Organize.

That was a big fish on my line, Very briefly here, right in the shadow of the reactor.

I felt the way to the fish.

It was a heavy fish, but the ho came out of the way that I felt should have set the hook, so I really don't know.

Sometimes they will not hold on of a ll the time so that happen.

It happened here.

It's a soul crushing failure, but I can't give up.

There's clearly something big out there but I'm getting ever closer to my radiation limit.

The only option is to persist on the channel in the hope that losing that fish hasn't spooked any others Nearby.

My body is being constantly bombarded by radiation on I'm teetering right on the edge of my time limit.

When finally, I said, It's official fish.

Wait gloves until this fish is analyzed by Dimitri.

I've no idea how radioactive it is on what risk it poses to me.

So this is it.

This is the song.

Long, dark, tapering body shape, the wide head, slimy skin, tentacles teeth A bit like a warm down brush.

Yeah, absolutely positive I d.

I'm finally holding the biological black box I've been searching for.

I may have caught bigger, but never fish is extraordinary.

A significant is this.

Dimitri's research will later reveal that, far from being the mutant giant of science fiction vis Chernobyl, catfish is under half a normal size for its age, its stunted flesh harboring 16 times the usual level of radiation.

So I came to Ukraine to investigate stories of a fearsome water monster living in a remote rural corner of the country.

I need to find it along gone victim, as is so often the case everywhere of relentless human progress.

It's the how strange that I should find this fish here, the site of the world's worst radiological disaster, ancient some of Ukraine live on as your novels, radioactive river monsters.