As the very proud winner of the 2nd annual Tony Spergin Tounament held at Salt Fork Lake in conjunction with the 2009 Ohio Gathering, I am compelled to offer my thanks to every one that helped to make it possible. First and foremost on the list is Cats Gone Wild, Phil is a veteran of many gatherings and is a very honorable and unassuming man. He offered me the open seat on his mighty vessel and I gladly accepted. Who knew that by his kindness my very best all time cat fishing adventure was under way. Yes this simple act of kindness catapulted me to the very lofty position I now and forever will hold. Netmanjack winner of the biggest Flathead award for the tourny! Now as it so very often happens in this unpredictable old world of ours, Phil was destined to win first place for the Channel cat division! Yes two champions on the same boat! Who'd a thunk it. What a night we had. A little after eight we got set up. By nine the fight was on. My pole dipped slowly with pressure on the big circle hook (that I will forever use from now on) then popped back up. I gently brought my unit out of the rod holder and braced my self for the expected run of the small size of cat that I always catch. What the? hey this is no ordinary cat, man this guys a monster! knees don't fail me now! Phil quietly came to my side and calmed me down gently whispering encouragement and helpful reminders. Jack, we have all night, don't horse him, let him run, we are in open water. You got him now. all the things a good fishing partner should do. I was still terrified! My old Penn reel is on it's last legs and I had been having serious issues with the drag. I thought for sure it would seize up and I would loose my opportunity for a new pb.It took a lot of patients and time but after getting him to the surface for the fifth time after many arm and hand cramping attempts, he reluntantly came to the side of the boat and Phil managed to get him into the net head first. This was the most nerve wreaking part of the whole experience. I could just see every thing going for naught as he slipped away form my grasp.What a relief when this monster fish was laying in the bottom of the boat. Whether he made it back to the weigh in or not I had officially broken my old thirty eight pound mark. Forty five pounds by Phil's scale. We settled down and re baited. Bam! I got another hit, another good sized one too. After just a little tugging and one run the hook came out! Well that happens. Then, another big hit. Oh wow! the fights on again! I was an old hand at this by now even if my arm was aching and my knees were shaking. This one was in the low forty's too. It didn't cooperate at the side of the boat and Phil had to reach in it's mouth with both hands and wrestle him over the side. Now I was really shocked two forty pound flats, unbelievable. I was starting to worry about Phil. His generosity would surly be paid back wouldn't it? It sure was! As the next rod to bend and send it's reel to screaming was Phil's! Yes it was another forty pounder. I finally got to net a fish and suddenly Phil's net started to look pretty small. He fought just like the first two and we finally got it on board, oh yeah the net was bent very badly. 127 pounds on board in three fish. What a night.