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I try to forget...
This happened last weekend so I will share--
I was fishing the Belsans heritage days tourney with my father over around P-town. The fishing was very slow with only a handful of fish in the 25# range caught. It was about 5:00pm and we needed to get something quick to make the scales or start thinking about heading in. Well, I had a spot I figured would be holding some nice fish at this time/tide so we proceed to troll over that area. Low and behold "BAM", I'm on and it’s a COW. At this point my hand gets wrapped in the frigin' dacron and I can get it untangled. I'm out there like a moron with a huge fish and I can't get my hand untangled! The fish is running straight up and comes flying out of the water 100 yards behind the boat and gets air like a frigin’ maco, then she starts playing her bag of tricks spin and roll, head shaking and the a big run and SNAP! My 80# dacron snapped two inches in front of my hand like kite string. At this point I'm in complete shock, I saw the fish and it was well over 40#'s and I know it would have won the tourney. It all happened in a matter of seconds and I felt like all of the life was sucked right out of me. I told my dad we were going to be heading home, we're all done. He tells me that I can use his rod and he will drive. So I reel his line in, put on one of my special cow killah jigs, and BAM I'm on again within 30 seconds of letting out my line. This time no tangle and I get the fish to the boat, 38#'s. We head in, make it to the scales with two minutes to spare and take first place.
Like my dad always says, what’s meant to be will be--
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