
This is my fish. No really. My fish. I caught it all by myself. I didn't have any idea it was this big, I don't remember it fighting much. I remember thinking that it was probably a small northern, or a large bass. But when it got close to the boat, and Eric said "holy crap" I knew I was in for a big fish. I of course freaked out, (probably because Eric said "don't panic") while he was trying to get the net. After about 10 minute, he asked if I wanted his help. I said no, becuase I wanted to be able to say that I did it all by myself. When I got it in the boat, Eric said "this one is going on the wall isn't it?" I said "heck ya!" Well, wouldn't you? 20 months, and $288 later, and there is my whopper hanging on the wall. There have been some interesting "fish stories" in my family. There will be more posted. This one was Memorial Day weekend, 2005, and was 36" long, and about 14 lbs. caught at Tipsanah Mounds Campground - Pomme de Terre lake, Elbow Lake, MN.

