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Quickly, with a prayer that the hooks would hold, I thrust the rod down deep into the water toppling the fish on its side, a maneuver that I had used before. It was now man against fish, or perhaps fish against man. My adrenaline flow was probably peaked out, and my heart rate unmeasurable. Words cannot be found to describe the excitement that flows through the human body under these circumstances. The bass sounded again, going straight down, the tip of my rod was bucking as I begrudgingly yielded line to the fish. The fish started to go under the boat toward open water and Ennis deftly turned the bateau around to keep me aligned with the fish and prevent a catastrophe. I cautiously moved by Ennis to the bow of the bateau where I was able to move the rod to either side of the boat for better control of the big fish. The fish stayed down deep, perhaps twenty to twenty five feet. It started back into the trees, Ennis back paddled attempting to tow the fish back out into the open space between the trees. Then it happened, suddenly the fish wasn't moving. I could still feel the pressure of the big bass, it had been entangled in some under water brush. |
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