Looking to hear about that ONE fish or THOSE fish that got away that you still remember everything about and wish you could have landed. I have 2, and as much as I fish by myself, I had someone in the boat with me on both of these.

First - First week of November 2004, my dad and I was fishing Cumberland for Stripers. I was fishing the Webb boat light at the Jamestown Marina just before daylight with a Super Zara Spook. I had caught 2 stripers, both over 16lbs plus a couple of really good largemouths within a 30 minute span so needless to say I was ON POINT. A MONSTER Striper hit my Spook within 10 yards of the boat and came out of the water about a foot and a half. Scared me to death and I set the hook on impact, and pulled the spook right away from her before she had a chance, completely my fault. She had the biggest head and shoulders of any Striper that I had ever seen. I have caught a 29 pounder before and got a full view of this fish and she was easy bigger than 29 and I think she was a 40 pounder if she was an ounce. My dad has not seen too many huge stripers and could not believe the size of this fish. He made a comment that he was afraid to cast for he had no clue what to do if that monster decided to eat his lure. I laughed and told him if he hooked him and got scared, I would happily take the rod from him and fight him for all I was worth, sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do.

Second - February 2005, by buddy Cliff (Name changed to NETBOY, when he is in my boat) and I was fishing Dale Hollow on Trooper Island, I still know the EXACT spot where this fish hit and can cast to within inches if needed. Hight blue skies up in the afternoon and the fish were not co-operating very well this day. Fishing the FNF with a 1/16 oz white, blue craft hair Punisher about 11 feet deep. I made a cast next to the bluff and down the bobber went to the depths as I set the hook. I got a really good hookset and she came to the top way out from the boat. We both knew she was huge. I fought her for several minutes getting her close several times but each time she seen the boat back to the depths with her bulldog run. The last time she came to the top, she rolled over on her side so we could both get a full, top and bottom view of her right on top of the water within 10-15 feet. We both saw her clearly before she made that slow methodical bottom dive and pop, out comes the jig. Cliff says she is an easy 7 but I don't necessarily agree but know she is at least 6. I sat back in my seat and just about cried. There was a man anchored about 30 yards away Crappie fishing that saw the whole thing. He even made a groan. Cliff sits back down in the back of the boat and we discussed what the hell happened. I reach down to straighten out the hair and see that my hook is straightened out almost to a perfect straight line. After catching 2 over 6 last winter and seeing how big these actually are, my buddy was right, she was an easy 7 and most likely over 8 but we will never know but I will never forget. I still have this jig in my tackle box to this day. I can still close my eyes and see the EXACT image of that fish when she came to the top the last time and rolled on her side for us to both get a full view before going to the depths.

Tell me some truths or at least some really GOOD lies please.