First off, it's the bass that I'm interested in.
The first "beast" fish I caught was off an old dock in Sodus, NY. I think I was fishing with an ugly stick. I was pretty new to fishing. I'm almost sure the line I used came with the rod. The bait; a crank bait I believe. I'm reeling in and all of a sudden BAM! I get a hit. The bass was way too heavy for my ugly stick, lol! My rod was hurting, I was literally looking at a rod in the shape of a horseshoe. I'm so nervous as I'm looking at the rod hoping it doesn't break, reeling in, reeling in. The hook was unbelievable! The bass had me. I needed to catch this and I was not about to break the line. I was nervous and who do I hear behind me but my husband screaming and squawking "It's a pig! It's a beast! It's a beeaaaast!" I wanted to punch him in the neck. My adrenaline was equivalent to 300 diet sodas ingested in 2 seconds. I'm trying my hardest to concentrate and Joel is now even closer to me screaming like a virgin touched for the very first time. He was a hot mess and I was a hot mess. I finally caught the bass. It was a large mouth. The large mouth had to be on the larger end of three pounds, perhaps almost four, a small four. I was so NEW at fishing that I didn't even want to touch the fish, but new I had to. I did for a minute but my cabbage patch sized hands could barely lift my prized bass. The bottom lip had cut my thumb and now I'm bleeding. I had to hold on really tight. I had never handled or had known that the bass' lip was sandpaper like to the touch. My husband took a picture. I had caught a bigger fish than he had that day, on a bait that is still, one of my favorite types of bait.
Four years later... Here I am on bassresource.com! I hope to learn more about fishing, have some laughs, and perhaps find some women on here that I can talk fishing with.