Today was a good day, I cant complain, but I thought everything went downhill after I missed my first fish of the day. Fishing with light tackle, I threw in a nightcrawler as soon as my me and my aunt (visiting from NY) got down to the pond's edge, and no later than 3 minutes, I panicked. My float went into complete submarine mode. I set the hook as hard as I could and immediately I knew I had to loosen the drag. It was one of the largest channel cats- no one of the largest fish I've had on my line. The battle raged on for about a good 2-3 minutes. My drag was squealing higher than before. I fought the fish as my mother, aunt, and another angler across the pond watched. I managed to tire out the fish and pull it right to the shore, just inches from my twitching fingers.. Then with one foul swat from its tail, the 4 pound channel cat gracefully slid right off of the 1/0 straight worm hook. I knelt there. Seconds.. Minutes.. Gaping at the swirling water the catfish left behind for me. I was distraught, almost angered enough to jump in after it. But the day eased up after catching a small green sunfish, a monster bluegill, and a huge crappie. I told myself that I lost that fish today for a reason.. So I could come back and capture it when it has doubled.. maybe even tripled in size. Today was a good day.. I can't complain.
-vweeks-