04-19-2006, 06:35 PM
A wormy ol'Jackfish from the Red River. I was three I think. I remember the bobber going down, realing the thing in. It was the size of my leg (which was huge to me at the time. Maybe a one pounder?). I wouldn't let my dad throw it back, and he didn't want to eat a wormy fish, so he tricked me by throwing the thing out when I wasn't looking, and buying some captian Highliner....I was hooked on angling ever since. (In my older younger years it was a great way to escape chores at Grandpa's Cottage)
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