A fish tail

Notes from the North Woods

It's a great story, especially for young inspiring female anglers. Her Uncle Rocky described their day shared on the water,

“The rod bent double and the drag squealed as line stripped away like a worn out sweater, the first sign a monster had sucked in the live shrimp on a 2.0 circle hook. The equipment did its job, now it was Cassie’s turn. With all her might Cassie held her ground, gaining line then giving some back.

The ebb and flow slowly turned in Cassie’s favor. As the swirl of the tail came close to the boat, the fish ran again, with more squealing of the reel and more pressure on the 12 year olds frame.

After 15 minutes of muscle wrenching agony and excited coaching from both her father, Bernie Bullis and her uncle, the fish was in the net and boated.

It was 26 ½ inch Red Fish, a trophy by any measure.

After the adrenaline rush and numerous photo ops, Cassie was asked, “Release or cook?”

She made the right choice, as a meal of Blackened Red Fish is hard to beat!”

I asked Cassie what was going through her mind as she battled the fish?

“I thought it was going to pull me in!” she replied.

Joe Hackett is a guide and sportsman residing in Ray Brook. Contact him at brookside18@adelphia.net.

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