Well as usual I had my boat in the water and my hooks on the bottom this past weekend. between my fishin partener and myself we already had 10 or 12 cats in the live well all of which were on the small side, but as any of you avid fisherman know the trophy you've been dreaming of can hit at any time. I had broken off twice already while drifting across the canal and it looked like I was fixin to do it again as one of my poles dipped slowly but steadly into the water. As I pulled on it, I felt it give alittle and then pull back towards the bottom. My partener saw what was taking place and started shouting in excitement. He could tell by the way I was struggling with my pole that there was no need to ask if I needed the net. My partener doesn't get around too well and it was a real chore for him to get over his seat and back to me. He had to grab his leg and help lift it over the seat and then stumble over the gear in the center off the boat to reach me. He did all this without a complaint as he was as eager to see my catch as I was. I pulled and pulled wondering which would snap first; my pole or my line. I slowly gained ground in my battle of wills against the unseen victim on the oposite end of my line. I finally got it to the top of the water. It was about 6' long and had to weigh more than 30lbs. It was the nicest peice of driftwood I'd seen in a while
