Got another one from when I was 18 on the home lake.
I was bream fishing one day with bread. I had caught 30 something at one of my spots and scraped together the last crumbs to make a last bread ball. I threw it out, and a huge swirl engulfed the bait. As soon as I set the hook I knew it was something big. Real big. I only had 8 pound test and a reel that had no drag. So I left the bail open as I pulled up the anchor and began rowing the jon boat after the fish. I was amazed that the line was traveling faster than I could row. Whatever it was then went through a laydown. I thought for sure that was the end of it but it wasn’t. Miraculously, the line came free and was still peeling off to the north at a fast clip. It finally cleared the top of our Island still going north. I made a quick decision. I had no net , and knew that I would never get it into the boat , so for some reason…..
I jumped overboard into the chest deep water to continue the fight. Looking back on this , I’m not sure why I didn’t just row over and get out on the bank but I didn’t. Maybe I thought I had a better chance of grabbing it if I was in the water too.
So I tried fighting the fish. I would reel, it would be about to break the line , and I would pop the bail, and try to hinder its run by mashing the line against the rod. The run would stop, I would crank it in some, and it would just turn and swim away. I begin wondering if it wasn’t a big alligator snapper or even a gator . That got me wanting to get out of the water, so I began working my way to the nearest shoreline, which was a couple hundred feet away. At least the water wasn’t over my head. But it was winter, so the water was cold, even for Florida!!
I eventually clambered out on the bank. I was not gaining line on the creature. In desperation I looked up in the property of where I was and saw a man I actually knew who just happened to be walking by out on the road. I hollered and he went home to get his net. I continued the fight. Another guy had heard the commotion and was there to help. The man brought the net , and the other guy waded out a few feet. I put as much pressure as I dared on my antagonist, and after a extended tug of war, got him close enough to be netted.
A small crowd had gathered, and a cheer went up. It turned out to be……. a huge catfish! It ended up weighing 22 pounds but it was barely hooked with the small bream hook, IN A WHISKER of the fish!!!!
I released the fish after taking it home and weighing it.