The day i got the crap kicked out of me.
last day of my fishing trip and wanted to end with the nice fish. Been killin them all week and spanking everyone else in the boat, i was on fire. Last day in Minnesota, my brother brings his wife with us. So it was me, my brother, and brother in law. From the second that boat was launched, they started killing the bass left and right. Towards the end of the night, i had caught one at 13 inches and everyone else caught at least ten. I was third in the boat out of 4th and had every right to have at least ten. I was using the same stuff, working the same speed, same tackle, and working it the same way but getting the crap kicked out of me. And then, the last half hour turned on, i hear a "weeeeee...this is fun" from the back of the boat. My brothers wife was in the process of landing a 5.8 pounder. My brother landed a 5 pounder just shortly after, and brother in law a 4.6 a few minutes later. I only caught 3 fish, with my biggest slightly over a pound and 5 northern pike (added insult to everything) and they all had around 15 each with those 3 bigger fish. Never seen anything like it before and never seen anything like it since. At the prime time of fishing i was taking all of their pictures with beautiful fish and i was catching northern pike. Through retrospect, i was proud of them and wished i had a better attitude but man, that was painful. Nothing like seeing big fish in the boat and feeling incompetent. Fish long enough and you will get spanked big time. I guess it's these humbling moments that allow us to get better as fisherman and realize there is so much more to learn and that you can ALWAYS get beaten badly.
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