Still, I've fished enough that I've seen them caught, and am very well aware of what they look like, so I can tell you with a high degree of certainty that I lost one on Thursday at Murray. After a loooong fight on my Curado BFS rod, I got her right beside my float tube (a few times actually), but my rod snapped while I was trying to get a hold of her. I was fishing 8 pound braid to 6 pound flouro, and when the rod broke she surged down and swam off with my jig. Biggest bass I have ever seen, and I actually had her in my grasp for a few seconds. CRAP!
Oh well. I don't think I have another 40 years left in me, but I'll keep wetting lines as long as I can, and who knows? Maybe someday.....
Happy New Year and tight lines friends.
