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LEE GRIFFIN
BILL
DICK
BOBBY
PHILLIPS
GAYNER
COOTE
L a ter that night , I went ba ck w i th t h e g e ar a n d h a d a b i te f ro m
h e ll. I could not stop this f i s h; i t wa s m en ta l . A l l I c o u l d d o
was hold on for dear life… S o me t hi ng wa s g o i n g to g ive , a n d i t
e n ded with me clamp ing ri gh t dow n as t h e f i s h we n t fo r a b i g
s n ag on the opposite marg i n , a n d t h e h o o k o p e n e d u p , wh i c h
l e d to me l osing the most p owe r f u l f i s h I h a d m a n a g e d to h o o k
f rom there. I didn’t see th e l i n e ar o n my s p o t a ga i n fo r t h re e
m onths, and the length an d p owe r o f t ha t f i s h h a d ma d e m e
wonder, had I lost the Big L i n ?
The next season, I was b a ck up t he re fo r my s h o rt eve n i n g
s e ssions, hoping for anothe r c h an c e at t ha t l i n , b u t t h i s t i m e
I was fishing the deeper o p en wa te r a re as o f t h e l ake . I b a i te d
c a tapult range heavi ly an d wa s o n t h e f i sh w i th o n e o f t h e m
b e ing a fish we went on to c al l t he B l ac k M i r ro r, an o t h er re a l ly
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