It's a beautiful day at Denton Creek and I'm on the fishing dock enjoying the breeze when suddenly WHAM and a fish is bending my pole right over, pulling out the drag. Must be a nice fish, I think to myself, as I reel down on the circle hook. Little did I know...
As I pick up the pole and reel on the fish, I realize just how "nice" it is--it's a monster. I can feel the fish rolling on the end of my line, and my adrenaline starts pumping; it's probably a catfish. I start to bring it in real gently--this pole has only 10lb test. The fish starts to charge towards the brush, and I'm thinking, good, stay near the bank. I'm feeling pretty good about being able to land the beast, when it turns suddenly and takes off 50 yards downstream. I start panicking, no, no no no--don't you dare! But I can't follow it down the bank, because I'm stuck on a long pier with railings. As I'm reeling, all I can hear is the zzzhhhiiiing of my pole being stripped of line faster than I can reel. I glance down to see 10 yards of line left on my reel and almost have a heart attack. The fish stops, I reel tentatively, it moves again and POP! goes my leader.
I must have sat there and stared at my slack line for two minutes. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
And the worst part is, after the shock wore off, I didn't even feel like fishing anymore.
1 comment:
But when you take into consideration the big bass, I think it's closer to Fish-1 Amanda-1. I love reading your blogs. So does Russ.
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