Sittin' on the bank with rod in hand; Line as tight as a rubberband. When all of a sudden the line goes slack; That ole' cat is gettin' a snack. Click, click goes the sound of the reel; This is fixin' to be this cats last meal. I locked the reel and without doubt; I gave it a tug, hard and stout. He was runnin' with no where to go; So I knew I had to fight him slow. As I brought him close to the bank; He broke the line with a hard stout yank. As I stood in disbelief; Just knowing I got a bite was such a relief. by: me Just goes to show you what goes around comes around. The ole cat gave back what I gave him....a hard stout yank.