As Bruce and ML and many others before have stated, the trophy is in the eye of the beholder. And I'd love to be beholdin' a great many fish whose photos have been posted here - most recently those BG of george's.

When I was a scrawny little 10 year old, I caught a 6 lbs carp. I was fishing for BG with my cousin and my Grandpa in my cousin's boat, sitting out on the hood (front deck?) in front of the windshield. I don't remember exactly how long it took me to land that carp, but it was a real fight and for most of the time I had two pairs of adult arms reaching over the windshield and holding me on the boat.

We kept that carp in Grandpa's freezer for a couple of years afterwards (inquisitive minds wondering where the famous Gallus wit came from may be interested to know that it had a large red radish thrust into it's mouth, ala apple and roast pig), occasionally taking it out to remininisce. I think we were both ticked off when Grandma threw it out while defrosting.

Now I don't care for carp, won't ever stock any, and don't care if I ever catch one in the future. But if forced to pick the memory of catching just one fish over the thousands of others I have landed, I will pick that 6 lbs carp. It was my first Trophy Fish.


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-S. M. Stirling
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