The anchor plunged down and deep until it found its rest.
Our boat turned and stood still in the wind.
The fat, juicy worms we had pulled from the soil were hooked and cast.
I waited and waited. My line tightened.
At its end, I felt a force strong and alive.
It pulled me toward the deep water. I pulled back.
My pole bent like a weed in the wind.
We wrestled like two warriors tethered together.
Then slowly up from the bottom it came.
Suddenly it fell wild into the boat, leaping, thrashing.
I held it down tightly and freed the metal hook from its jaw.
In awe, I held this huge fish in my hands, then placed it gently in the water.
Our eyes met for an instant. Then it lunged back into the deep water.
