There may not be a soul out here that believes this story but the person who told me the story was an old man who taught my little brother and I both how to flyfish. Old man Christi always fished for sunfish with a flyrod and he was an absolute master. One three different occasions, I saw him catch more than 150 redear and bluegill while my little brother and I struggled to catch 5 to 10. One day when Christi was unhooking one of his many nice sized-bluegills, a 9.5 lb bass came out of the water and swallowed the fish up to his wrist. It scared him to death but he quickly flipped the bass into his boat and took it home. This was probably 40 years ago before folks released big fish like that. I never had any reason to not believe the story because the old boy was the only fisherman I have ever known who never had to make up a story, he lived hundreds of them. Cool old man, and a helluva fisherman. I miss him a bunch and I hope he knows what an influence he had on my brother and me.