Look at this Monster.

My Dad still has the fishing "Kovorka". While he was down Snow birding in Texas acting like nothing was happening but playing golf, he came back with some awesome stories.

Dad tells the great story like this. One evening while doing the usual fishing routine down on the old Colorado river that empties into the Gulf coast or Matagorda Bay. It was going a little slow that evening just sitting talking and enjoying the sunset with other LCRA Rv Park fishers. When suddenly while talking his pole went flying towards the water and he had to get up and grab to set the hook. It looked like it was going to be a struggle because Dad only had ten pound test line and the sun was going down. Back and forth up the shore he fought the mighty beast. Every body was giving different guesses as to what it was fighting the master. This old dude was starting to draw a crowd following him up and down the shore. With his little pole in the bent position pointing out into the dark unsettling waters of the River Dad was struggling. With the dawn of the day closing in the great beast was finally within netting range. In a flurry of crowd excitement a volunteer with great bravery ran into the water to net the "IT", even at the risk of not knowing what lurked at the end of the line. No body had a clue what this thing was; could it be a Shark, or Sting Ray, or... Alligator Gar. Dad's old fishing friend next to him whispered him "I know what it is, a...". As the excitement built the young volunteer netted the beast out in the ol' muddy Colorado river. What ever it was it took up the whole net. A Black Drum weighing in at 35.5 pounds and length of 4o inches long, the old fishing buddy had guest it right. "Wow!" I said "how long did it take to real it in". "One and a half hours" Dad said. 

The luck of the Irish, caught on Saint Patties Day. Dad told me he prayed that evening saying if he catches a big one Lord, I let it go. So Dad took a picture and let the beast go to be enjoyed another Glories Day.