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I'm fishing at night again all by myself. Lol kinda happens more often then not. Anyways I got to BSing with some guy out there about this and that and then we get to talkin about how big the cats get around here. So his story goes something like this.
He was out on his air boat in the back waters of the St Johns River gigging frogs or lookin for them anyway and he comes across the this 100 lb cat sitting on a sandbar. He didn't have any pole with him but wanted the fish anyway. So he stabbed it with his gigging stick. The fork broke off the end and the fish got away. He said he chased this fish for a total of three nights. He was out there the next night and saw the fish again and this time he shot the fish in the back three times with his pistol and the fish still got away. The third night his daddy was with him and luck if they didn't see that damn fish again. So his daddy shot it with the gator harpoon. His daddy got the fish in the boat and the guy says thats my fish! And the dad says I landed it! But the son says yeah but I crippled it!..................................... And the gig fork was still in it.
He was out on his air boat in the back waters of the St Johns River gigging frogs or lookin for them anyway and he comes across the this 100 lb cat sitting on a sandbar. He didn't have any pole with him but wanted the fish anyway. So he stabbed it with his gigging stick. The fork broke off the end and the fish got away. He said he chased this fish for a total of three nights. He was out there the next night and saw the fish again and this time he shot the fish in the back three times with his pistol and the fish still got away. The third night his daddy was with him and luck if they didn't see that damn fish again. So his daddy shot it with the gator harpoon. His daddy got the fish in the boat and the guy says thats my fish! And the dad says I landed it! But the son says yeah but I crippled it!..................................... And the gig fork was still in it.