best memory

My best memory was when i was in northern New York about ten miles from Canada, fishing in butter feild lake. On my third cast out into the water, i felt a huge tug immediately after the lure hit the water. I was only reeling it in for about three or four seconds and all of a sudden it felt like the hooks were snagged on an underwater weed or a rotten log. In other words it became very difficult to reel in. I knew i ether had a really nice fish on the end of the line, or i was going to lose a lure to the lake. It took me about four minutes to real it in, my rod was bending into an arc shape. And it was definitely a fish i caught because it was fighting as hard as it could. By the time that i got the fish out of the water it was flailing with all of its' might and it was trying to get away in any way possible.

The second it popped out of the water i knew that it was a good sized large mouth bass. Once i had it on the shore i took a good look at it and it was about 5 or 6 pounds. It was a really good catch. It was important because it showed me how much i love to fish. I ended up filleting it myself, cooking it over the fire and eating it that night. Fish is really good for you and if it is the right kind of fish and you make it the right way, it can be delicious. I've caught many other fish since then, but none so far as big as that one.