A Camp Singley Fish Story
Well, I finally caught him. The big one that - for so many years - kept getting away. My son Peter and I were down the lake a ways, flipping purple-colored, grape-flavored plastic worms into some weed patches. All of a sudden, this monster of the deep hit mine, and started to run with it. I hauled back, setting the hook, and the battle was on. He had it in his mind to go deep and bury himself in the weeds, and I had it in my mind to pull him up into that little Sears johnboat of ours [READ MORE]