An Epic Battle – The Monksville Chronicles #110

I was out ice fishing one evening and the snow was falling heavy. That was the one day I left my tip-ups out and went home to get something to eat instead of bringing the sled-shack, the one day, but when I got back I had two flags up. One was a dud, but the other was not. You can usually tell if it’s a muskie because the spool goes around really fast, and that spool was spinning; I wound up trying to get it landed for about an hour. A couple friends came out, you were there with your buddy, we had a whole crowd. After an epic battle the thing finally broke off, my blood was pumping so hard that I didn’t even need gloves. It was a big fish. I’ll never know how big, but it was a big fish.

– M.W.

This has been the tenth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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