This reminds me of the time I hooked that monster largemouth bass. Musta been 40lb. at least! It was so big I had to battle that beast for four hours before I finally wore 'em down enough to reel 'em in. Had 'em right up to the boat and darned if that ornery critter wasn't just cat nappin'! I swear it gave me the wickedest wink before it gave a saucy flip of that mighty tail and wiggled right off the hook!
My father lived for fishing. I remember one time when we were at a family gathering and Dad started telling my uncle about a "big one that got away". It started out as a six pounder, then later when he told the story to another family member it became an eight pounder. My mom and I predicted that the next time he told the story it would become a 10 pounder. Sure enough, the next family member he told the story to, it became a 10 pounder!