Heartbreak

Well it should have been a swell trip for this early. Four decent smallmouth and a channel on a clear with gold flake grub. But I texted my friend Rob right in the middle of the trip and said I felt like crying. I lost the fish... THE FISH. I had it on for a while. Heck I thought It was just about whipped. I'd climbed over a big rock and found a great spot to land it. It's like a foot off the bank and runs under this tiny little piece of concrete. The line rubs and the rest is history. I'm positive I had the fish on in the exact same spot late last fall. It was an absolute giant. A lake ST Clair, boundary waters, Dale Hollow sized fish.... I'm sure I'll get over it in a couple years...