you have a cabin image that pop’s into your head. The cabin we stayed at was more like a 5-star hotel or resort than a traditional cabin. I have some very generous relatives who share this amazing place with us. In addition to the cabin we also have access to a pontoon boat, a v-hull boat, a canoe, rope swing and we have the opportunity to catch some really big fish.
Let me tell you about my BIG fish. After two hours on the pontoon
boat my daughter had caught 14 massive bluegills and my husband had landed a small northern pike. My Dad busted two poles with two different bites (which is a completely different story) and I didn’t catch anything significant at all. When we docked the pontoon I was still pouting and refused to go back to the cabin. I cast my line into the water from the dock and waited for a big one to bite.
After a few minutes my bobber disappeared and I screamed “FISH ON”
in my best ever Jeremy Wade voice. It was then that I heard my favorite sound, the drag screaming out of my reel. I knew it wasn’t a little fish and I began to fear that I would never see it as I was using a light weight pole and only ten pound test line. As I fought the fish a crowd began to gather on a neighboring dock and my parents were watching from the deck, everyone wanted to see what was on the other end of the line. The pressure was on, I knew I had an audience and I didn’t want to let them down.
I used all my best fishing moves trying to tire the fish out and when I got it close to the dock I hollered for a net but there wasn’t a net in sight. I thought it was all over at that point because reeling it all the way in
would snap my line. I put on my best pouty face and stuck my lip out. My sweet husband then hopped off the dock and into the water to help me land the fish, cutting his foot on the way down. “What is it?” I asked as he reached into the water with both arms and scooped up the fish and threw it on the dock.“I don’t know, it looks prehistoric,” was his answer. After the fish flopped around on the dock for a minute the hook came out of its mouth and went straight into his thumb.
Once the hook was removed and my daughter was comforted (she was
pale at the sight of the blood on my husband) we looked down at the fish on the dock and in unison said, “Dogfish!” There was a large groan from the neighboring dock and the people walked away shaking their heads in disgust. I had managed to land the most loathed fish in the entire lake! It was dirty, slimy and ugly. But I still managed a smile while posing with it because it was only the first day and already I had caught a big fish. It might have been a dogfish but it was fun to catch and it was the biggest fish anyone caught that day. I’m not sharing the picture of me with the fish because my hair is a mess, I’m wearing a John Deere hat and I look like a total redneck. But check out this picture of my big ugly fish!