Fishing in a small pond in Wheat Ridge Co. I was standing on a fishing dock, casting my favorite plug, A Bomber Fat A dark brown cradad color, 12# Stren, old 4600 Abu reel, g Garcia graphite rod. I had just come from the hospital where my wife was very ill and we had just received some unhappy news, she had another staph infection. I left the hospital for a little break and I needed to talk to God. My church has always been the outdoors, Mother nature.

After about five cast I got a thump an was hooked up, it felt lake a really good fish. In this pond I usualy use 6# line on a lite spinning outfit, for some reason I grabed the heaver outfit. All of a sudden what ever it was started takeing line in 3 to 5 foot spurts. I started to think I had snagged a grass carp. The fight was on, there were two young wemon with strollers and severel pre schoolers walking by, they stopped to watch the fight. I could feel the head shak of a very large fish. After about 5 minutes I started ganning line, in a few more minutes the fish rolled to the surface, it was a very large catfish. I mannaged to beach it, I asked one of the wemon to hold the rod and I took out my leatherman and grabbed the lower lip and lifted the cat, it was longer than any of the kids. usuing the scale on my leatherman I measured the fish, it was slightly over 34" long. I whished I had a camera. Irevived the cat and released it.

This was Gods answer that My wife was going to be OK. I took her home three days later and she is doing well.

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