The catfish that got away

While out on Lake Champlain, last summer, on a cool and breezing eve, I was eagerly awaiting my line to be taken. tug, tug, tug goes my line, as the tip of my fishing polke bends ever so slightly. i pull up with all of my might, to hoo k the fish, and reel in as fast as i can.

I founght with the fish for 15 minutes, before i got it close enough to the boat to see what it was. The fish on the other end of my rod was the biggest catfish i have ever seen. I tried to tire it out, in hopes of reeling it in, but another person on the boat decided to adjust my line while i was trying to bring the fish in. Just after he did that, my line broke, and my prize catfish swam away.