My dad loved to go fishing. One time I took off work and decided to take my dad fishing to a pond in northern Oklahoma that we hadn't fished at in a long time. The landowner said there is one big flathead in this pond so be ready. We were excited. My dad rigged up some kind of heavy duty leader line out of weadeater cord and put on the biggest hook he could find. We fished for hours. Nothing, not one bite. I got hungry so I walked up to the truck to eat a banana. I ate a few bites, just setting in the truck, when I heard some sort of freckus. I looked towards my dad and couldn't believe my eyes. He had landed that big flathead and was trying to get him in. He got him to the bank when the line snapped. My dad just dove on top of this huge catfish trying not to let him get away. I sat in shock and just watched. The fish started to do the old alligator roll. My dad was hanging on. I saw the fish, then my dad, then the fish, then my dad. He had a bear hug on this fish and they were rolling together, both going under. Finally, my dad lost his grip and big fish got away. We picked up our gear and my dad walked to the truck, stripped all the way down to his underwear and said, "I think we should probably head to the house." We laughed all the way home.
