Indiana has beautiful, rolling hills of forest in the southern part of the state. Brown country in particular is really beautiful, and yes, there are some glorious sunrises but the sunsets are even more beautiful.
I once had a 2-week battle with a large-mouth bass that was similar to Khan. I was fishing from shore using ultra-light tackle and a plastic worm, and hooked a bass that looked to be about 45 cm (around 18 inches – I never landed him so I can’t be precise on his length). As I reeled him in he swam in an arc to the right, keeping the line taught. When he got about 2 meters (6 feet) from shore he literally raised his head from the water and looked right at me, then shook his head, dislodged the hook, and disappeared. The experience felt a little strange because of the way the fish had looked directly at me, and I was back the next morning at the same spot with the same tackle. After about 30 minutes of fishing I hooked a fish, which again swam in an arc to the right, keeping the line taught. Convinced I had caught the same fish I excitedly reeled him in, and sure enough, at about the same spot the fish raised his head and looked directly at me. He then shook off the hook with a twist and disappeared. This ritual went on every morning for two weeks straight, and each time he would actually pause in his swim, look right at me as if to say, “Are you ready?” and then would shake the hook, each time using a different movement or a different angle. After two weeks he evidently tired of the game as I never saw him again. I was never able to land him, and he will ever remain the nemesis of my fishing career.
Exactly! 12 ounces to the pound! Well done, sir!