We were coming to the end with nary a strike. Discouraged and ready to go home for breakfast, Ellen threw one more time. The end of the rod came loose and went sail ing out right behind the lure. She thought she had broken my new out fit. I told her no problem, just reel it in, and the whole thing will all come together nicely.
Pandemonium breaks out again.
Ellen is trying to reel that big feller in with a stub of a rod with the other end bobbing up and down as the big gest bass I have ever seen leaps up and down in and out of the lake. I grab the net and start swatting at whatever piece comes near the boat. Both Ellen and I grab the line and pull on it. Alas, The story does not have a happy ending. We do man age to save the rod tip, but the magic lure is gone forever on the lips of a monster bass.