Catching the Big One
Soon the sun came out. I peeled off my pink slicker and lolled in the sun. Cheered crewmate Suzie Glover’s big 15-pound blue. Shook my head in amazement over Missy, Donna, and Robin, who must have reeled in at least 30 blues and several good-sized bass.
Finally at high noon, we headed triumphantly back to Crosby Yacht Yard, boosted by Scott’s claim that we might, just might, win it all. At the weighing station on the dock, a small crowd gathered. Other captains and crews strained to see what lay in wait in Scott’s big cooler. I knew my bass was on the very bottom.
We had some tough competition. One boat landed a whopping 26-pound bass. “Wow,” I said to the fisherwoman, who towered over me at nearly six feet. “THAT’s a big fish.” My heart sank, sure that we had lost the day. “Don’t worry,” said Captain Scott, quietly. “I still think you’ve got her beat.”
And then it was the moment of truth. I hauled my fish out of the cooler with both arms. Put him on the scale. Held my breath, my teammates and our captains huddled close. “Weigh it one more time,” said the helpers. I lugged him up and put him back on the scale.
“27.75 pounds!” said the woman at the scale. We all cheered, danced a few jigs. Hugged each other, not minding the fact that we were covered in fish blood and guts. Cheered some more. Had our pictures taken for posterity.
So that’s my fish story. And yes—it’s true—my fish was the biggest fish and the striped bass winner of the day, and our crewmate Suzie Glover caught the biggest blue. We were triumphant. I called my husband, my kids, my incredulous mother.
Later that day at the Osterville Anglers Club awards ceremony, some longtime anglers congratulated me. One said, “You know, there are members of this club who have waited their whole lives to catch a fish like that.”
My husband and I headed home, happy to share 28 pounds of fresh bass with family, friends, and co-workers. And of course, I have told my fish story to hundreds since then. It never gets old.
In a few weeks, on July 28th, the Ladies Shoal Troll will be held again. Our crew have rallied together and will be heading out again with Captains Scott and Dick on the First Nichol. I am sure that Lady Luck will not strike for us twice. But you never know.
After all, there are plenty more fish in the sea.
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