I"M IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION!!! maybe even the most emotionally unstable of my life. hit a zipperlip today. Mind you I'm not much for zipperlippers but bear with me, after today it is one in my book. 2nd time out there, first time this fall. Im not expecting much a tug or two would make my day as there arent many browns in this lake. I troll my way to the first brownie lair I could spot. Overhanging bush? Check. Sprawling log? Check. Bomb a streamer in there. Mid strip my line just stopped. Surprised (snag?!) I Bill Dance him and my line starts twanging like a fuggin guitar string. Huge, slow headshakes and the water erupts. I get a glimpse of a massive tail and the broad side of a brown. She's acting all confused. First left, then right. mmmmm Left. She heads straight for the floor and starts heading out. Im stripping like mad (F__ the reel!) just to keep up with her. She comes past me just out of sight and starts looping around in the open water. She slows a bit so I start reeling up slack like crazy to get her on my reel. Devious mutha had a 6th sense for these plans and was already working on some dirty tricks. Im leaning pretty hard. My pussy sage bent to the cork and shes grinning. I feel like Im moving her but really its my tube thats working closer. She nears the surface about 10 feet away and I got my first good look. Massive. Id put her at an honest 26". I couldnt believe the girth though. Just rediculous. My biggest trout ever was a taped 27" bow and this thing was right there in length but owned in girth. She did a half circle around my tube then switched directions real quick and started in a death roll. Mid flip and my streamer came flying past me and she disappeared bawling: That was a couple hours ago and im still in agony. I tried to keep fishin but I was shook. Had a couple grabs but I'm not even sure if I set the hook I was so out of it. I felt like knifing my tube and goin down with the ship. All the good fish Ive ever lost all flooded back to me like it was happening all over again. One cast brought back the trophy bow that slammed a rediculous ESL on the Fall river, then burned line upstream into a log jam :beathead: The next reminded of the time I got straight owned by silver in the upper teens on the stilly. Broke me off and kept jumping :beathead: :beathead: the next and visions of a shadow the size of my leg beneath my tube and the sound my broken tippet made as it whizzed past my ear. :beathead: :beathead: :beathead: i dont know if I can go on. I think Im gonna puke, finish a 12 pack, drunk dial an ex girlfriend and pass out on the couch.