I can remember fishing in buck creek with my brother in law when we first started fishing and a school of stripes came up and was all around darting under the boat. I swear fish that would have weighed 40 to 50 pounds and long as my leg were boiling everywhere consuming everything in there path. I made one cast out with a huge plug and WHAM it was on. Nerves tore up so bad and the fish was taking line faster than a speeding locamotive. Brother in law claimed that there wasn't a big enough net to get the size of fish I had on in. Felt like I had a blue marlin on and after what seemed to be a half hour battle I finally managed to get the MONSTER 15 inch smallmouth in the boat. I felt lower than a snakes belly in a wagon rut not counting the embarrassment that I faced with the other people in the boat. I still hear about it to this day, and I'm sure it will be one of the favorites in the future. Any other stories out there, would love to hear some and a least know I'm not alone. LOL
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Elwood,I know all about those nerves and don't believe there is a better feeling in the world. Seen enough knee buckling blow-ups on those spring nights in total darkness looking for those giant monsters to know that you can never stay really calm. That reminds me might need to take a change of cloths when I go. LOL