gonewacky
Veteran Member
I was sitting on the bank fishing one cool morning. When I saw a tug on my line. I jumped to my feet, and grabbed my pole. My heart was pounding, and I stared at the line in the water. Looking at the end of the pole I saw no movement. The fish was gone, so I sat back down and waited. After a few minutes I saw another big tug on the line. This time it bent the pole way down. I jumped as fast as I could, grabbed the pole and gave it a big jerk. The line went slack. Darn it got away I thought with wild thought still running through my mind.
This time I’m not sitting down I thought. I’ll stand right here and wait. After what seamed like an hour. I felt a tug on the line. I whipped back on the pole as hard and fast as I could. Then heard the reel humming as the line fed off. My heart was pounding again, and thoughts were racing through my mind. The fish was going up the river. I knew that I would soon be out of line then it would break, so I started running up the bank. Cranking the reel as I went. Climbing over a large bolder, and then a log. I was getting a little line back when I tripped and fell to the ground. I got back up, and pulled back on the pole. The line was slack. Slowly reeling back in my line, will thoughts of anger ran through my head. I was mad as hell for letting the biggest fish I ever hooked get away.
Then out of nowhere the pole took a big jerk, and line was humming off the reel. It was still there, and now it was going down the river. I’m not letting you get away this time I thought. Then took off running down the bank. I chased the fish way down the river to a wide deep spot. I was breathing hard, and starting to get tired. I was tugging and reeling. I would get some line then the fish would take some line. It went back and forth until my arms started to tire. I thought to my self. No way am I giving up the biggest fish I ever hooked. I will fight it tell my arms fall off before I give up. Little by little I was getting him in. Looking down I could see him in the water. He was huge probably the biggest fish I ever saw. As I got him closer to the bank I saw something hanging out of his mouth. Then he let go of it, and swam off. My pole whipped back, and the thing that was in his mouth jumped out of the water. It hit me right in the face.
It took me a minute figure out what happened. Looking at the end of my line I saw the peace of leather that was in the fishes mouth. The hook was hooked tight into it, as I tried to take it off I saw writing on it. It read “I learned this trick at timebomb2000. Thanks for the lunch and fun.”
This time I’m not sitting down I thought. I’ll stand right here and wait. After what seamed like an hour. I felt a tug on the line. I whipped back on the pole as hard and fast as I could. Then heard the reel humming as the line fed off. My heart was pounding again, and thoughts were racing through my mind. The fish was going up the river. I knew that I would soon be out of line then it would break, so I started running up the bank. Cranking the reel as I went. Climbing over a large bolder, and then a log. I was getting a little line back when I tripped and fell to the ground. I got back up, and pulled back on the pole. The line was slack. Slowly reeling back in my line, will thoughts of anger ran through my head. I was mad as hell for letting the biggest fish I ever hooked get away.
Then out of nowhere the pole took a big jerk, and line was humming off the reel. It was still there, and now it was going down the river. I’m not letting you get away this time I thought. Then took off running down the bank. I chased the fish way down the river to a wide deep spot. I was breathing hard, and starting to get tired. I was tugging and reeling. I would get some line then the fish would take some line. It went back and forth until my arms started to tire. I thought to my self. No way am I giving up the biggest fish I ever hooked. I will fight it tell my arms fall off before I give up. Little by little I was getting him in. Looking down I could see him in the water. He was huge probably the biggest fish I ever saw. As I got him closer to the bank I saw something hanging out of his mouth. Then he let go of it, and swam off. My pole whipped back, and the thing that was in his mouth jumped out of the water. It hit me right in the face.
It took me a minute figure out what happened. Looking at the end of my line I saw the peace of leather that was in the fishes mouth. The hook was hooked tight into it, as I tried to take it off I saw writing on it. It read “I learned this trick at timebomb2000. Thanks for the lunch and fun.”