One summer day in Belle Plaine Wisconsin I was out on my dock fishing by myself for the first summer that I have been living in my new house. My sister came down and I asked her “do you want to fish with me.”
She answered back immediately “yes,” and ran up the hill to go get her pole and was right back down having her pole bounce around in her hand.
Once she started casting we caught some little pan fish but put them back. So I casted out about 75 feet with about a half an inch of a worm on yet twisted around the red hook. Waiting and waiting. Then all of the sudden my pole was half way over my lap and the string was about to brake. I jerked the pole knowing that I had that fish on. The fish was swerving up and down in the weediest part of