by Owen
(northern Minnesota)
I and three others wear fishing on a lake in northern Ontario .We were in a twelve foot boat. I was in the front of the boat, a lady fisherman and a man fisherman were in the middle of the boat, and on the back seat was the driver. I told the driver I got a snag and he stopped the boat. Tthe snag kept moving. Forty five minutes later and after one long fight, the lady screamed and my line went slack. The fish had taken my line under the boat and surfaced on the other side by the lady. The line had caught a loose rivet on the bottom of the boat and broke. I never saw the fish but the man in the back saw its head and the lady saw its tail. I was at the front of the boat. "O well Gone fishing"