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Yesterday I became a member of the car door/fly rod club. bawling: I must say though that it is not totally my fault. I am wintering in Az. and fish the local urban lake. As it would happen this particular 5 acre, 14ft. max depth lake had a monster fish in it. I would guess between 200-300 lbs. It has been rumored that this monster is responsible for the disappearance of several urban waterfoul and an occasional rabbit or small dog which it apparently comes ashore to capture. :hmmm:
I hooked into this monster with my 5wt. and we struggled for several hours until I was able to wear him down enough to tie a rope to his tail and secure it to the tow bar on the jeep.
Now this is where the story may sound a little fishey. While I was packing up after having saved the local lake inhabitants from further harrassment from this monster, the fish gave one of those last ditch flop and shake efforts that see so many of the get off the hook just before the net. Well that particular action caused the door of the Jeep to close just as I was putting my rod in and it closed on the last 8 inches of both sections.
In my dispare I hate to say, I forgot to secure the monster that was tied to the Jeep and with another flop he was away.
Now my fishing partners, (who are a ruthless bunch, unforgiving of stupid mistakes that they never let you live down), may have a totally different story, but I swear on my honor as a fisherman, that this is the truth the way I remember it.
My poor rod has now started it journey to Sage in the hopes it returns before I make my homebound journey. There are other monsters to be tamed out there.
I hooked into this monster with my 5wt. and we struggled for several hours until I was able to wear him down enough to tie a rope to his tail and secure it to the tow bar on the jeep.
Now this is where the story may sound a little fishey. While I was packing up after having saved the local lake inhabitants from further harrassment from this monster, the fish gave one of those last ditch flop and shake efforts that see so many of the get off the hook just before the net. Well that particular action caused the door of the Jeep to close just as I was putting my rod in and it closed on the last 8 inches of both sections.
In my dispare I hate to say, I forgot to secure the monster that was tied to the Jeep and with another flop he was away.
Now my fishing partners, (who are a ruthless bunch, unforgiving of stupid mistakes that they never let you live down), may have a totally different story, but I swear on my honor as a fisherman, that this is the truth the way I remember it.
My poor rod has now started it journey to Sage in the hopes it returns before I make my homebound journey. There are other monsters to be tamed out there.