Last night was a fluke....a chance....and gave me my personal best.
I had left work a bit early, and was sitting on the couch watching Andy Griffith when my wife came in the living room and said dinner would be a while and I should go fish for an hour or so since the weather the rest of the week would be suspect. I mentally slapped myself for not realizing that, loaded up a finesse rig, and hit a small neighborhood pond about 2 miles from my house.
I almost never catch anything big in this pond, a couple 3lb-ers over the years, and scores of smaller fish. I almost strictly use a Ned Rig since it's about the only thing that catches anything here.
I threw my first cast, felt a small tick, set the hook and had a cute little dink on the line.
I casted a few more times with nothing resulting, but then my phone rang and it was my mom, and I always answer for mom. As I was talking, using my shoulder to hold the phone to my ear, I cast once more in a small pocket of the lake. I was talking, so I didn't get the lure moving, it just sat there a while. I was keeping an eye on the line, 18lb Gliss in yellow, which is so thin and tiny that it's tough to line watch it, even in yellow color.
I hung up the phone and decided to move to an area that had a culvert. As I reeled the slack up, I noticed my line was taking up, but not moving in the water, so I gently reeled in case there was a fish on the other end. I felt resistance, I gave er' a sharp gunshot hookset since the Ned Rig is a pretty tiny hook. Crap....it must've been a log or rock under the water, but wait, it's moving. I reeled up any additional slack and keep reeling. My drag started peeling out bit by bit and I thought well, I have a carp on the end. Then I see the bass slowly surface and lazily thrash on the surface, it's the biggest one I've seen in person. The fight was on.
I fought her (I assume it was a her) for about 60 seconds, praying frantically that my line wouldn't break, or the hook bend out. I finally landed her, and my fist easily fit in her mouth with room to spare.
She thrashed a good bit, but I got her on my scale for a few seconds before she shook off of it, and she came in at 6lbs - 3oz, beating my previous best of 4.5lbs by nearly 2 whole pounds.
Needless to say, the wife got credit for the catch since she convinced my lazy butt to take advantage of a nice early spring day!