It felt like a big Northern Pike. A subtle bite with nothing but a small boil on the surface. Then deadweight on the line. No drag-screaming runs. Just steady pressure like reeling in a log. Only an occasional thumping head-shake. Then nothing. Back to being a log. With an attitude.
When she was close enough to see the boat she made a run for it. The rod creaked and slammed against the gunnel. I backed the boat into the biting north wind. The sunlight hit her back just as the net hit her belly.
That bass looked like a carp. Heavy. Thick. Dark. With a mouth big enough to swallow my hand. Final specs: 21.5 inches, 7 lbs.
The pics are worth a thousand words. The video is worth ten million books. My second 7lb largemouth from this lake in the past few years.