OMG! Classic. Sometimes the one you lose are the ones you remember for way too long. I was fishing with my dad at Casitas Lake up north. Hooked into the biggest largemouth for me to date so far. He was so close to being netted, I can still see his big green head. He took me into a tree and that was it. When he broke off I watched him swim away like he never knew he was hooked. I can still see his tail, about the size of my forearm, lazily swimming away...
Janine
