The One That Got Away.
We all have'em. Stories about the one that got away. Let's hear
all about it. If you ain't got at least one then man you ain't been
fishin'. My story goes like this. I am fishing live eels one night at
an undisclosed Cape area beach with my buddy Joe. People all
night are draggin' 25-35 pound fish off the beach all night and I
mean everyone. Well we had been fishing for about an hour when
all of a sudden my eel starts jumpin' and bumpin', I stop the retrieve and the line starts peelin' off like crazy, I set the hook
and after about ten minutes I land a 33 pounder and because
it is my biggest fish to date I lay it in the sand for the trip home
and go back down to waters edge and toss out another eel. Well
wouldn't you know it as soon as the eel hit the water my reel starts spooling so fast I thought I hooked a speedboat. So I set
the hook and I can tell right away this fish is an absolute cow. It
starts dragging me down the beach for about 3 or 4 minutes and
I am getting scared because I can't turn her around or get any control on this fish. Next thing I know the fish comes directly back at me and she must have wrapped the line in her scales. Well she
broke me off and I would have been really pissed of if I did'nt already have my 33 pounder on the beach. Good memory though.
OK, who's next step on up and cry on my shoulder.
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