|Courtesy of Chris Schneider|
Last Saturday, I was at my favorite pond doing this very activity. It is not uncommon to see fish moving through the vegetation as they seek something to snack on. I had been noticing this type of activity and began casting a Zoom Super Fluke in a Bluegill Flash color.
True to form, I quickly had a vicious hit but it was short of the bait and didn't take it into it's mouth. I fired back into the area only a little further in so as to work the Fluke up to where the hit had occurred. Again, another vicious hit but this time the Leviathan came out of the water after the bait. Somehow it didn't get the hook for the second straight time.
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Without hesitation, this critter began working it's way through the vegetation. You could see the movement and commotion as it knocked plants aside under the waters surface. I let the Fluke sit idle as it had the bait zeroed in.
The fish began to make a wake as it drew closer. Finally, with my heart beating about a million times per second, it exploded on my bait. I set the hook to the feeling of fabulous weight. I just knew it was a giant!!
I had indeed hooked a giant. Problem was...it was a giant bullfrog! About 1-2 pounds to be exact. The legs were very large and rather edible. As I sat perplexed as to how I might get this animal off my hook, the diabolical side of me began to fester. My mind was seething with possibilities.
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The frog was trying desperately to stay down along the bottom. My job was to bounce it up so big girl could see it. It didn't take very long.
After about a minute or two of bouncing the frog, a 4-5 pounder came in and crunched this frog. I knew I could not hook the fish, but just sat there amazed that any fish would have a go at this giant bullfrog. She quickly let go and did not return.
I pulled the frog out. Bless his heart, he was tired by now. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of "Taps" could be heard. I gently unhooked him and said a nice prayer over him. He sat there huffing and puffing. Then without any provocation, he rolled over and launched himself about 4 feet back into the weed-line and is likely eating some other enormous meal today.
The Point of the story is to fish weed-lines. You have no idea what you will catch but there will not be a dull moment. If you have ever duplicated this and would like to share your story, go to our Facebook Page and leave a post and a pic there!
No frogs were seriously injured during the filming of this article!