The monster looked at me with it/s beady eyes. My brother pushed me from behind and I jerked back before it could bite my leg off are maybe swallow me whole. I was eight years old and had just seen my first flat head. To this day It still seems larger than a man but it was probaly around fifty or sixty pounds. This monster came from the mississippi river. My father would take us there several times a year in the summer. Sometimes, if he hooked a smaller one he would hand the pole to me or my brother and we would have the joy of reeling in a fair size catfish. I sure miss my father and those wonderful summer days on the river with him, mom and my brothers and sisters. When I was fourteen I was getting dad a beer,and I seen his pole bending into the water. You got one daddy I screamed, Get it boy, he screamed back. I ran over and jerked with all my might. It pulled back hard, almost dragging me nto the river before dad grabbed me by my belt loop and saved me. I held on with every thing I had, I thought my arms were being ripped off but I would not let go. I can/t hold it daddy help me I begged. Its your fish he said , hold the pole up , now reel, now pull. Finially I felt like I was gaining on the thing. My panic subsided and I calmed down a little. Slowly it came closer untill dad jumped in the river stuck his hand right in the monsters mouth and heaved it to the bank. I was shaking and trembling from head to toe still breathing heavily, I could hardly believe the sight before my eyes. It was a true monster from the abyss, beady eyes, large head, giant mouth and just plain mean looking. Ever one came running to look at my fish. Dad clapped me on the back, You got him boy he said. I was the hero of the day. Dad took the big 43 lb flat head and showed it to all of his friends telling them how it almost pulled me in the river. it was the happiest day of my life. Well dad still called me boy untill he died a few years ago but on that day I felt like I turned into a man. I still fish for those monster flatheads. Many a times I think of my father while on the river. The good ole days may be long gone but being on the river still brings me a smile.