Brett is in the background going, “Holy fuck.”
This is seriously like the tenth fish I’ve ever caught in my life, and probably the first that wasn’t a bluegill. Granted, I haven’t ever fished too much in my life. My dad’s really big on it, but I always hated going out in his boat, and putting the worm on the hook – especially the nightcrawlers that bleed all over your hand – and waiting for the bobber to pop under the water. I don’t think I’ve caught anything in years.
But now, after I went fishing with Zack a couple weeks ago and caught five bluegill, I’ve been a little pumped about it. Brock gave me a rod to use and a primer on casting, and a spin bait with a big-ass hook.
I actually was nearly about to change the lure to something much smaller, and I recall something going through my head like, “Ahh, one more with this lure.” And boom – at first I thought it was just caught on something real nasty, but then it was definitely moving–! And good heavens. I think the rod almost broke.
The big-mouth bass bastard probably weighed almost three pounds and compared to Zack’s arm, which we measured later, was around 14-15 inches.
Well, I’ll be damned.
I also got a little practice on a fly-fishing rod; I didn’t catch anything, but golly, that’s pretty neat!