OK, I'll tell the story now, it's later and quieter..
Once a year our family would pack up and travel 400 miles to go to Metcalf Pond, in Vermont, when Bernie Sanders was a very, very, old man even at that time.
The story..
It was sundown, which at Metcalf Pond is 3 pm, even in mid-summer late-July. because of the imposing mountains all around. Mosquitoes would swarm around Pat, thank gawd, or we'd all be dead.
So, no shit, I'm trawling.. I swear to god those controlling Catholic sisters had a conspiracy to dictate each and every day of our lives! Oops, they did it out of love, you know. Anyway.
So, 6pm, last call for fishing, we have to go home. So I'm out there, was in the lily pads fishing for cats, thowin bream out and stuff, trollin.. wayy out, sad to have to go home in the fading light on Metcalf Pond. Suddenly - well my line is so far out to tell the truth I didn't get the traditional tug - I saw a huge bass jumping out the water trying to loose my hook! He was easily fifty yards away, that's how I caught him! So now I got the problem of hauling him overboard. I called my trusty brother John to come with a net, as I am hauling him in from the lily pads so far away.
John came alongside and scooped the exhausted champion bass into his net. And I became the record holder for largest bass caught out of Metcalf Pond.
It was 5 pound, 13 1/2 inches.EDIT: Fixed some things.