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A pain in the Bass
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Posted Wednesday, November 17th, 2004 to Fishing Stories
The date was August 2, 2004. Lately I had been very excited about fishing. I had already caught a nice smallmouth off my dock that morning. In the aft...
The date was August 2, 2004. Lately I had been very excited about fishing. I had already caught a nice smallmouth off my dock that morning. In the afternoon my older sister, Ashley, and I ran down to our dock to begin a couple hours of praying for a repeat of last night, when I caught a foot-long smallmouth, and she caught a largemouth and baby catfish.
We hadn't been out there five minutes before I felt the unmistakable tug of the line. I jerked up then reeled in quickly, eager to get whatever it was in our bin of water. I thought I had reeled in long enough, so I quickly tried to grab the line to pull the fish up. I grabbed several times, but the transparent string continued to evade my grasp. When I finally caught it, I found that I hadn't reeled in long enough so I lost precious time attempting to pull the fish out of the water. Right before the small fish was about to break the surface of the water, the line went slack, and I was left there holding the line, hating myself for my greedy impatience.
I expected to feel another tug within a half hour, but my hopes were denied. At about 8:30 my sister gave up, not having felt so much as a nibble all day. I decided to cast and reel for another half hour, and then join my mom in reading at nine. Ten minutes later I felt a the tug, and pull of another bluegill or bass, and as before I was disappointed to find that although I handled it perfectly the hook had not, and I spent another ten minutes trying to tie on another hook. Ten minutes before the time I had expected to resign, I felt an interesting tug. It wasn't the feel of a fish sprinting away with it's prize, but of a fish playing, or nibbling on my nearly dead worm. I slowly reeled and then gave a quick jerk. I didn't raise a fish up onto the dock, but instead a wormless hook. Excited I tried again, and was pleased to find the uneven tugging sensation. This time I was a little more delicate, but this time I raised a hookless, and wormless line. After I had secured another hook and night crawler, I attempted several times each time feeling the familiar tugging of a mystery fish, and each time losing, and replacing a worm. By now it was shortly past nine, and I decided I was going to try as long as I could to raise this pain in the bass out of the dark, murky water. Through-out this time my rod had been acting up, making me have to pull the line out. My next cast flew several yards and when I pulled back on the rod, the worm decided to tag along flying straight into my right eye, leaving me with a gooey, wet, muddy feeling. a minute later I had lost a hook again to this monster of the deep. That evening I lost over ten worms, and two hooks to this fish, and my annoyance wasn't yet cured. Another cast, and soon another tug. I didn't know how, but somehow I had pulled in the right direction, and the fish was now swimming rapidly away. I jerked up several times wanting to be sure that the hook was set. This fish was strong, it made me fight hard to gain control, but I managed to reel it in. I pulled up on the line exposing it's scaly body, all that I could tell was that it was very large. With another quick pull, the fish was out of the lake and into the bin. I now knew it was a carp almost two-feet long. The thing jumped around so wildly in nearly got out of the bin entirely. For safety I covered up the bin and made sure it was secure. Then I sprinted as fast as I possibly could to the house, and once their I yelled for anybody that was their. My mom and my sister were downstairs, I fell on my knees thanking God for helping me catch the scaly devil. Panting, I quickly told the story, that was dotted with great sighs of relief. As soon as I convinced them to come down to the dock, I sprinted up and woke my dad, he had enjoyed my fishing success lately, and jokingly gave me the nick name Hook. He agreed to come down too, and eventually I brought everyone down to see my good fortune. The story ends with me releasing him, and deservingly gave him the nickname "Old Jack the JackBass".
Chris (13)
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