The Allegheny River looked good. My second cast resulted in a fish of size and power. The fight didn’t last long for my string was either broken or cut by sharp teeth.
Shortly after this failing, I had another good fight on my rod. I was going to be more careful, but I felt a stoppage of reeling. I was snagged among a treetop, I guess. I gave the line some slack hoping the fish might find a way out where I could land it. Nothing doing! I ended up having my line break again, but by me.
Things changed for the better for my next casts produced Smallmouth Bass and Catfish…all good fighters.
I quit around ten for the sneezes were coming on strong and it is not fun doing anything under those conditions.
My largest bass was about fifteen inches, and the catfish was about twenty inches.
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