I was 15? maybe 14? Anyways, I was spending the summer with my Grandparents in Saluda. I used to LOVE to fish on Lake Murray, but my Grandfather was recovering from Chemo at this time, so my fishing was limited to nearby family ponds. One evening at my Great Aunt's pond I had inadvertently casted over a bush and was attempting to get the line off of it when of course I got a monster strike. This caused the line to get all tangled in the bush. The line snapped, and I thought I had lost the fish as I saw it jumping out of the water trying to shake loose the hook. Then I noticed that the bush was shaking violently and realized that the line was wrapped around the bush. I jumped into the water and waded out to the bush, wrapped the line around my hand and pulled that sucker in.
Large Mouth bass, 7 pounds. Sucker is on my wall
I lost my Grandfather in 1998, from heart surgery complications, but everytime I look at that fish on my wall I see the look on his face when I walked into the house carrying it.
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