Curvebow05
Senior Member
Today, while waiting for a customer to show up I decided to help myself to the grassy pond behind the business and try to catch a fish or two. I started out throwing a Keitech Swimbait and hooked the biggest crappie I've caught in years. That fat joker flopped off when I tried to flip him over the railing on the walkway. Pretty cool start to the day.
I nailed an 18" pickerel next to a piling under the deck. Shook him off once I got him up and on to the next one. I switched out to a frog that wasn't on my frog rod... that was a mistake.
I launched the frog halfway across the pond and landed perfectly on a weedy point. Twitched it once and someone flushed a toilet under the frog. I set the hook with 60 yards of line out and the battle was on! On the first jump I knew it was larger than any other bass I've had my hands on. He wrapped me around a piling and I got him back out, he wrapped me around another one and got tangled in some other line that was hanging in the water. I reluctantly opened the bail on the spinning rod that I shouldn't have been using and let him swim free and jump to shake out of the tangled line.
After one more jump he was done and I now had to figure out how to lift this behemoth 10+ feet onto the dock and over the railing. That was the only time I have not had any other options to land a fish. I wrapped the 20lb braid around my hands and started pulling this bass up, shredding my hands without a care in the world. The line slipped and sliced with each wrap and pull and the giant bass inched closer to my hands. I got him within 4 feet and the line snapped where it had rubbed around the pilings sending my $2.99 frog and 12+ lb bass of a lifetime back into the weedy depths dragging my heart and soul with it.
I have caught a lot of 5-8lb bass throughout my life and this one could have fit my largest in his mouth. The little blue and white frog looked like a micro sized frog as I was pulling him up and watching him fall back in. Needless to say I will be back with a vengeance, and a new frog in pursuit of the giant green beauty that lives across the road from me.
I nailed an 18" pickerel next to a piling under the deck. Shook him off once I got him up and on to the next one. I switched out to a frog that wasn't on my frog rod... that was a mistake.
I launched the frog halfway across the pond and landed perfectly on a weedy point. Twitched it once and someone flushed a toilet under the frog. I set the hook with 60 yards of line out and the battle was on! On the first jump I knew it was larger than any other bass I've had my hands on. He wrapped me around a piling and I got him back out, he wrapped me around another one and got tangled in some other line that was hanging in the water. I reluctantly opened the bail on the spinning rod that I shouldn't have been using and let him swim free and jump to shake out of the tangled line.
After one more jump he was done and I now had to figure out how to lift this behemoth 10+ feet onto the dock and over the railing. That was the only time I have not had any other options to land a fish. I wrapped the 20lb braid around my hands and started pulling this bass up, shredding my hands without a care in the world. The line slipped and sliced with each wrap and pull and the giant bass inched closer to my hands. I got him within 4 feet and the line snapped where it had rubbed around the pilings sending my $2.99 frog and 12+ lb bass of a lifetime back into the weedy depths dragging my heart and soul with it.
I have caught a lot of 5-8lb bass throughout my life and this one could have fit my largest in his mouth. The little blue and white frog looked like a micro sized frog as I was pulling him up and watching him fall back in. Needless to say I will be back with a vengeance, and a new frog in pursuit of the giant green beauty that lives across the road from me.