As I stood standing at the crystal lake I thought is this real or is this fake even a glimpse of it would make you shake I grabbed my fly rod and all my fly's and said to the shore all of my goodbyes I walked into the water very slow so that none of the fish would ever know I saw a school of fish passing by and then said well let us not be shy so I casted my line so gently and graceful the thought of it was almost painful then a monster fish hit my fly it was so big I wanted to cry I stripped in my line in very little time to find at the end the monster bass I walked to the shore and lay it on the grass I took a picture its weight then let it roam free back in the crystal lake