Yesterday the weather was borderline decent, so I called my fishing buddy to give it a try. Things were weird when he came over and was smoking a cigarette in my house?? Kerri and I never smoked cigarettes…..so after giving him a load of crap we loaded up my Jon boat and headed to the lake. It was cold but calm, obviously nobody else dumb enough to be fishing so we had the lake to ourselves. We set up on a spot I caught crappies before….I tied on a small black leech and stripped out 20’ of type III sink line and cast out and let it sink. A few retrieves and I hooked weeds. Last year was a bumper crop for weeds, so I cast in a different direction.….the line stopped, thinking damn weeds again, I lifted and it was heavy, until it started moving then a nasty head shake and it was on!! Whatever I hooked was going crazy ripping through the weeds! There are big bass and holdover trout in this lake but with the dark tannin colored water we couldn’t see the fish, all of a sudden it stopped and was just heavy. It had tangled in the weeds! I stripped off some line, gave it slack, lifted the rod a few times and lucked out as it freed itself and took off towards a submerged log….damn again!! As we carefully got closer, it came to the surface on the other side of the log…..good grief!! Bill Dance would’ve crapped his pants….this had to be a record crappie! My buddy got the long handled net, reached out as far as he could as I held his feet down to keep him in the boat as he had one shot to net this monster…..as he slipped the net that looked too small now under the fish….it splashed and thrashed and got away!!! As I was still holding his feet I thought about lifting him overboard to go get my trophy when I heard a loud noise behind me…..it was my wife saying, “Wake up, you’re dreaming!!!”