I was telling fishing stories last night and remembered one of the dumbest things I've ever done as a fisherman.Back when I was a teenager and there where still alot of unknowns in the world to me,I decided I wanted to go night bank fishing in the Licking River,I couldn't get anyone else to go,so I went it alone lantern and poles to a secluded spot I knew between Morningview and DeMossville,Ky.
It was late summer when the nights started getting cooler and fog would be thick in the river bottoms,but I always caught alot of fish that way drifting live bait down the riffles and bottom fishing with chicken liver for cats.
I had several nice channels and perch on the stringer and sometime during the wee hours around 3:00 am the old fog had settled in and it was kind of eerie looking back in there.Now I wasn't a scaredy cat,but ghastly thoughts did cross my mind from time to time,especially after watching a good horror movie,which I had earlier that day.
I got a hit on what I think was a helgrammite,but it seems late in the year for them,so I'm not sure.I had 12 pound test on my Ugly stick (when they first came out) and a Diawa spinning reel.I could tell it was big right off,but whatever this was ran my line out way down the pool below the riffle,me fighting all the way,then it would turn and head back at me.I fought this fish for 45 minutes this way until I was exhausted.I started thinking unhealthy thoughts about creatures from the black lagoon and such,until I convinced my self these surely had to be some kind of monster,because no fish could last this long,and no turtle swam that fast or like that.I talked myself into being scared so bad,that I cut my line and packed it out of there as fast as I could.
I look back and laugh at it today,but I'll never know what it was,or that maybe it was some type trophy fish.![]()



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