Went down to Great Herring Pond in Plymouth Ma for some smallies
Got there around 730am and we were picking them off pretty good (all under 2lbs)
Throwing a white 3/8oz spinner and all off a sudden my line is going under the boat and I yell to my buddy "Get off the trolling motor you are going over my line" he replies "I'm not even on the motor"
Then , my rod starts to bend practically in half so he moves the boat back and we see I have a fish on (NICE!)
Turns out to be a 3.3 smallie, WHAT A FIGHT!
Finally net the beast, get him in, my friend weighs him, gets the camera ready, hands me the fish from the front of the boat still on the clamp style digital scale. So I get up on the back deck for my picture and the scale is kinda wet and slimey from my buddy netting and weighing it. I stand back, the fish shakes like it's determined to get free and the son of gun thing shakes free, comes out of my hands, bounces on the side of the deck and then PLOP into the water. I guess the scale is floatable so they're like "it will surface, it can't hold it down"
Well let me tell you, this thing was like Jaws biting the huge barrels and bringing them down with all it's might. Kept swimming down and somewhat up in our area. We chased him for 10-15 mins but then lost him. ALTHOUGH he did swim up near the boat at first and the one of the guys said"step back, leave him alone and he'll float up". meanwhile I'm like "NET HIM!"
Needless to say she never surfaced and now I owe my partner a new digi scale and I caught a sweet sized smallie for this area and have no pictures. Just my luck >
