I’m not one of those big-bass hunters that you frequently see in the western states; I don’t even own a single big swimbait. Of course, I love to catch big ones as any red-blooded bass angler does, but I also like getting a lot of bites. I always kind of figured that when it was “my time” to catch one of those elusive double-digit bass, it would just happen.
I reckon that 5:16 p.m. on November 2, 2017 was my time. I’ll remember it until they throw me in the ground.
The catch itself was awesome, but after I finally got calmed down enough to really process things and analyze every little moment and decision, I realized that this giant bass taught me a few lessons that I’ll take with me for the rest of my fishing days.
I’ll go through what actually happened, then I’ll discuss the important takeaways from this special (and blessed) occasion.
