A few years ago when I was around 12, I caught the fish of a lifetime. I was sitting on a rock on the edge of the pond at my camp, Windsor Mountain, for about an hour casting out into a pane of glass. There was not a cloud in the sky and it also seemed like there weren’t any fish in the pond either. I was using my rod and reel and my brother and my Dad were off to the side on a little barge that was docked along the shore. They had been out there with me for the whole time and neither of them had even gotten a bite so I decided to head up for dinner. As I was heading back to the dining hall to get myself a slice of pizza for dinner, I thought twice and decided to stay for a little bit longer. I don't know if this was God sending a message down to me or not, but it was one of the best decisions that I had ever made. My brother's rod was a two dollar rod that my dad bought for him and it had brand new line on it. I decided to try it out but the first few casts didn't work out too well. As I was getting tired, I spaced out and let the line drop to the dark depths of the lake. I tried to reel in the line but it was too late – I had already gotten it stuck on a log at the bottom so I started shaking it around to get it loose when a monstrous wide mouth bass jumped straight out of the water and slapped down cracking the pane of glass that taunted me the whole night. I was lucky to reel the 8 ½ pound, 22 inch fish in, and it felt amazing. The fish was only 2 pound short of the state record which was a big accomplishment for me. I was so glad to catch that fish that I brought it to a taxidermy shop to get it preserved and I can still look at it now hanging u on the wall.