I took my father fishing on several different occasions without a single hookup for my dad. On the 4th of July this year my dad and I gave it another shot. We sat and talked and just enjoyed our time together. I had just recently returned from Iraq, so we had plenty to talk about. After a couple of hours one of my front rods took a rather hard strike, and I told my dad to pick it up. This happened two or three times, without dad ever feeling anything to make him feel the need to set the hook. Then after he placed the rod back in it's holder as if on que the clicker began to sing. Dad grabbed the rod and was quickly pulled nearly out of his seat. I could tell from the bend of the rod that this was not going to be a small fish, but I kept my silence and watched as my dad faught the fish for about ten minutes. When it was over there was a fine example of the adversary that we all are so addicted to finding, a 42 pound Neuse river Flat Head. For dad this was his first cat caught with me, and the largest fish he has caught in his lifetime. Congratulations dad, I can't wait to take you again soon.