When i was 7, I went fishing at fort peck, a lake in montana. When we were trolling in our boat when a huge bite happened then i grabbed the rod and set the hook then the fight was on, as i fought the beast my arms started to get tired but when i got him in a 45 inch 10 pound northern pike came out of the water i was so happy and so tired. After we put him in the livewell we headed back to the camper to take a nap.
When i woke up i went out to the boat dock and started fishing, as i threw the big spoon the pike we fighting over it and were just ruthless i ended up catching 6 pike in 30 minutes with a bunch of bites. That evening we went back out on the boat and started to troll with bucktail spinners, we were trolling by rock cliffs. We ended
