I have one that haunts me to this day. I see it many many times in my dreams because I saw the fish. Monomoy, 78', dusk, June, Blue/Silver 7 inch Windcheater, in the wash after a 15 minute fight, huge, just huge.
I'm still pissed off from last week late nite at the canal. I lost one fish at the rocks that was close to a four footer and another on the first bounce while jigging. This fish I never got a turn on him and then I felt the worst thing to feel while jiggin, "line scraping against rocks". Fish gone. Man that hurts, but I fished even harder the rest of the night. Losing big fish really hurts, but I can't get too mad because I was lucky enough to land a 40 lber this spring down there on a plug. Its been a good season.
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