Went to work sunday early. 9ish. Worked till close. 7ish. Came home tired but felt the need to go fishing. So the tale begins.

Arrived at the old bridge at about 1130. Caught some shad and set My line. Nada for two hours. Finally My luck turns and I hook a monster striper....get him down the bridge.....to the rocks...and the line friggin snaps. Mother fucker. All I can remember is people telling Me "oh hes a huge one". Gee......thanks.