Jason’s Fish Story
November 11, 2007 | Uncategorized
In his words: “I went to a friend’s house this morning to go fishing off his dock. I have seven poles (of which every one but one-my wife got at a garage sale for 10 bucks for all of them), all with a different Presentation, so it’s about 7 in the morning. I get down to the lake and fish for about an hour and I’m throwing the tackle box at the lures spinnerbaits worms caralina texas poppers. Nothing’s working so the one pole that I have that I bought at Wlamart for my father-in-law-cheap Shakespear rod and rell for 20 bucks. The rod is about 5′11-6′2 somewhere in that range and the reel is about as round as a silver dollar. Well, this pole has a white soft plastic grup with tails on it, and a 1/4 oz jig head with a 2/0 gauge hook. So I toss it out there. Three tosses later about fifteen feet off the bank the biggest frest water fish I have ever seen snatches that thing up like it was the last grub on earth. And down he goes, and the line is singing. Boy, I had ‘im! Though here he comes. Nope there he goes. Up down, in out, we fought like two arm wrestlers testing the strength of the other before they decide to go over the top and, then he did it. The all famou jump and spit, but this father’s son had taught him how to set the hook well, and no grandfather of all bass was gonna’ spit this one, not this day. And so he made his last move, and I tagged the drag and brought him in. He rolled at the dock out of exhaustion. But boy! Was he big! The size of a small tuna-about 17lbs, I’d say from the look of him. So, the line is taught. 4lb test and an amazing fight and feat now that I think about it. I’m on the dock too high to reach him and too far to drag him, so I do the one thing an angler is told NEVER to do. I grabbed the line, heart racing, knowing that this catch might get me into the Record Books in Florida – so close I can smell his breath. I reach, and at the last second – his final head jerk snaps the line. I lose my balance reaching for the biggest Largemouth I’ve ever caught, and fall face first into the water, phone, wallet, none of that matters—only the fish, but even then his triumpth over me is evident as the wake of his getaway lulls across the water where I lay soaked to the skin, staring off into the distance, where the Father of all Largemouths lurks and lives to bite another day. But even though I did not catch him again. I had found his hole, and brought in two eight pounders back to back not ten minutes later. So, I had a good day, but a story for the fire I gained about the one that got away.
Man, I love to fish, but losing that fish this morning makes me long for the chance to catch him again! So long for now, until I catch another one!
Jason
I asked Jason to write this for me so I could post it. It’s a great story. He came home, and the minute he hit the door, he started telling Luis all about it.
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