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Shimano reel filled with 14 pound trilene. St. Croix rod, medium heavy, backbone is mean. bullet weight slid on the line after run through guides. teflon coated truturn hook tied on with palomar, ready for the ride. watermelon lizard on and ready to cast. flick of the wrist and the lure flies far and fast Lands on the bank, two inches from the water crawl it down the side of an old log, hollow. pulse the rod tip up and down while lifting. let the lure drop back down, trolling motor keeps us from driftng. reel up the slack do it again all the way to the boat. do it again, like dad taught me rote. We troll on down the bank looking for a likely place the boat dock up ahead is usually an ace ease on up, perfect flip under and all the way back let sink and sit, slowly reel up slack Bump, then thump, then **** and run snap the rod tip way up high and fish on. rod tip down, fish running under dock drag schreeching, pull back lines not moving just like its locked Fish jumps on other side, has me wrapped around a piling. change angles give it a pop, nothing, know the metal is filing down the line. Please don't break, pop it once again. the line begins to move and slide, pulled by power of fin. The fights back on, in open water now which, fish or angler will be made to cow. fish goes deep, uh oh nothing but slack. reel fast now, got to get her back. fish running right at boat, trying a different tact. Not the right one, I catch back up and **** once more the she is, grab the net, worn out from the chore. off the hook and on the scale, in the live well dunk her. pull out the phone, TPWD calling share a lunker. 15 pounder in the well headed to the marina parks and wildlife said that's where to meet her. off to the Texas fisheries center in Athens to spawn. back at home few days later relaxing on my lawn. Package arrives  fiberglass replica  of my fish awaiting word, if I can live release her, is my wish. wish granted a few days later, back out in the lake she tail walks and swims off while cutting a graceful wake.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
Texas Rigged
Shimano reel filled with 14 pound trilene. St. Croix rod, medium heavy, backbone is mean. bullet weight slid on the line after run through guides. teflon coated truturn hook tied on with palomar, ready for the ride. watermelon lizard on and ready to cast. flick of the wrist and the lure flies far and fast Lands on the bank, two inches from the water crawl it down the side of an old log, hollow. pulse the rod tip up and down while lifting. let the lure drop back down, trolling motor keeps us from driftng. reel up the slack do it again all the way to the boat. do it again, like dad taught me rote. We troll on down the bank looking for a likely place the boat dock up ahead is usually an ace ease on up, perfect flip under and all the way back let sink and sit, slowly reel up slack Bump, then thump, then **** and run snap the rod tip way up high and fish on. rod tip down, fish running under dock drag schreeching, pull back lines not moving just like its locked Fish jumps on other side, has me wrapped around a piling. change angles give it a pop, nothing, know the metal is filing down the line. Please don't break, pop it once again. the line begins to move and slide, pulled by power of fin. The fights back on, in open water now which, fish or angler will be made to cow. fish goes deep, uh oh nothing but slack. reel fast now, got to get her back. fish running right at boat, trying a different tact. Not the right one, I catch back up and **** once more the she is, grab the net, worn out from the chore. off the hook and on the scale, in the live well dunk her. pull out the phone, TPWD calling share a lunker. 15 pounder in the well headed to the marina parks and wildlife said that's where to meet her. off to the Texas fisheries center in Athens to spawn. back at home few days later relaxing on my lawn. Package arrives  fiberglass replica  of my fish awaiting word, if I can live release her, is my wish. wish granted a few days later, back out in the lake she tail walks and swims off while cutting a graceful wake.
jed-johnson
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
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