i guess i had that one comin.....
it was worth mentioning (and i dont mind tellin the story
) cause I was a couple hundred feet away and my wife was yelling (i think mostly at me), she was plain scared at this thing tugging the end of the line, really wished i had a home movie of it. she got the fish all hung up in the weed bed along shore, so i told to her to just keep firm tension, let him take drag if he can, and hold on til i can come save the day. super dave ran at full speed then....boom, right off into the waist deep water i go dragging FA and pond weed along with me until i can reach the line and gently follow it down to the fish who was buried in pond salad. must have been a 10-15 pound package of fish and weeds i drug back to shore and we cleaned him off, admired the heck out of him for a minute (my son was blown away he could fit his fist right down his throat) and then released him.......a great memory right there....definitely a guy thing
