He stepped to the right about ten feet and threw the perch out under the light. Within seconds, he had hooked a 21.5 inch flounder. It splashed around in the clear water and it was interesting to watch the fish fight when all the action could be seen. It never did disturb the first flounder.
The guy said that was all he needed and called it a night.
I couldn't just leave this huge flounder right there in plain sight, even if it were midnight. I went back to the condo and got a net, a DOA, and a fish bite. When I went back, the flounder was now about six feet away and on top of grass. I had never seen a flounder on top of grass.
I dangled the fish bite in front of his nose. I had put on a heavy duty hook because of his size. The drag was set just right. Suddenly, I could not see the white fish bite in the grass. It had to be under him or he just inhaled it. I wasn't sure which. I eased up to see if the hook had just slipped under the flounder in the grass. As I pulled up, his head pulled up, almost to 45 degrees. He was so huge. I thought maybe this oldtimer had just expired of old age right in front of me. However, that was not the case. He suddenly shot to the right about six feet and melded into the sand. Now I knew I had him, but still did not know if the hook was in the mouth. I pulled hard and now the fight was on, for a few seconds. It headed straight out perpendicular to the wall and never looked back. The drag sang a tune for a few seconds and then the line went slack. The hook had become dislodged. I wasn't really disappointed as this 25inch plus flounder needed to stay in the gene pool. I would have had a difficult time ending its life after living for so long. Maybe I will see its offspring some time in the future.
I'll be taking the next week off from blogging. My next post will not be until next Sunday.