I lost Moby! I finally had something big hooked, fought him down, fought him in, ready for the surface breach...just another 8-9 yards to go...
Mad bastard broke the surface after making a mad sprint at me, couldn't regain tension fast enough...didn't think a pig that fat get get that high...right when I was a few inches from regaining control he shook his big Buckethead and that was that.
I cussed like a banshee for what seemed like forever.
This sow was huge, my nephew got a four pounder last weekend, this bastard was well over five.
I still feel like sh*t over it. Not even after taking to boat out again and hooking a 24 inch Northern helped, put nice slabs of meat in the freezer, but...
Moby wins again.