I once hooked a big bass which pretended not to be on the line. From the tug on the line I sensed that something was there. But, it kept rising as I wound in my line. Finally, as it neared the surface I could see that it was a big, big-mouthed bass. Sensing triumph, I tugged hard. But as that ole bass breached, I could see from its ragged jaws that it had been caught and released many times before. Apparently, my hook was lightly tethered; because that big bass gave me a wink, flipped over backwards, slipped the hook, and submerged into the lake's blue depths. No one but me and that bass know that this happened, except now you. Ssssh. Don't tell!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
I once hooked a big bass which pretended not to be on the line. From the tug on the line I sensed that something was there. But, it kept rising as I wound in my line. Finally, as it neared the surface I could see that it was a big, big-mouthed bass. Sensing triumph, I tugged hard. But as that ole bass breached, I could see from its ragged jaws that it had been caught and released many times before. Apparently, my hook was lightly tethered; because that big bass gave me a wink, flipped over backwards, slipped the hook, and submerged into the lake's blue depths. No one but me and that bass know that this happened, except now you. Ssssh. Don't tell!