freeline93 - Flipbook - Page 155
ADAM KITCHEN
f i nally went in my net at 4 .3 0 a m . “ Ye ss s s s s s! ” I s c re a me d o u t .
I felt sick, and I was shak i n g. I s a t d ow n a n d ra n g my p a l i n
t h e next swim. I said, “You ’ve g o t t a co me h e re a n d c h e c k th i s
o u t!” We both new the rou gh we i gh t o f t he f i s h , a n d s h e c o m e s
o u t maybe twice a year i f yo u ’re lu c ky, b u t I h a d h e r o n my
s e cond session. We zeroe d t he s li ng a n d g o t h e r we igh e d a t
3 7 lb 9oz – a new lake reco rd ! I wa s b u zz i n g ! I wa s n’ t f u s s e d
a b out weights; I was so ha p py to c atc h a m e ga f i s h t h a t ’ s o n
everyone’s target list , and I’ m st i l l b u z z i n g to t h i s d ay.
I t didn’t take long till news g o t o u t , a n d I s p en t h o u rs g e t ti n g
c a lls and messages. As I wa s wa tc hi ng t he wa te r, I n o ti c e d f i s h
over my right rod, and they we re g o i n g dow n . I s a i d to my p a l ,
“ I think another bite’s on t h e ca rd s ! ” W i th i n m i n u te s o f s ay i n g
t h at , I got a beep, the rod t i p wa s b en t ro u n d , a n d I wa s i n
FR E ELINE 2 9
