This all started with Mark and me taking a hike about the hillside. We had no intentions of going fishing but once we made it to the pier, that was all that was on our minds. With Mark having a sore knee, I threw the net just out of curiosity. We thought perhaps we might catch a few mullet. Well, I did catch a mullet but I also caught a few menhaden. Those are the little fish that we use for bait. That did it! The call to fish was just too great. We hurried to get our poles and scoop net. The fish were waiting! All of the hooks were baited and tossed out in hopes of catching "the big one". First, a nibble. My line wound up under the pier and I missed the fish. Hmmm? That was not good. I recast that pole and noticed a slight wiggle on my other line. Alrighty, then! I picked up the pole and eased back just a bit and WHAM! Splashing and pulling began on the other end! I had him! After a brief battle, Mark scooped up my redfish! We stood and admired the fish for a few moments before I noticed my other line easing out! FISH!!! I snagged the next red and had another brief fight with this one. It tugged a bit harder and splashed a lot more. When Mark scooped this one, he was more excited than with the last one. "This one is a lot bigger!" Yep, when I looked, it was definitely a lot bigger! Well, we had supper lined up for us!
Then my other line gave a wiggle. "I've got another!", I said happily! I reached for the pole and gave a tug! Water started splashing and my line started zinging out from the reel! Ok, so this one was a fighter! Now we were talking fishing! I reeled...the fish pulled. I reeled...the fish pulled. Suddenly, whap! The line went limp. Grrr! I had missed my fish! I wound in the line. I still had bait but, oh, my goodness!...it was torn to shreds! That, my friends, was a sign that the big one did, indeed, get away! So, even though it was a grand surprise to catch a fine mess of fish, the big one got away...really...I have proof!
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