Tug, the rod dropped, splash, I fumble to pick up the rod, the reel is spinning, now I'm in control, the rod is bent, the dogs stare on, Nelly's on point.
The reel keeps spinning, the Saracione stops, my chance to reel, it takes off again, I yell yahoo, no one is around to hear, the reel stops, crank fast, takes off again, the tail smack's the surface of the water, giving in, reel, the rod bent, the fish is at my feet.
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