An owl's hoot echoed through the night air when I felt the first gentle tap on my line.
"Here, son," I said, handing the pole to 12-year-old Josh. "I think a big catfish is fixing to take it."
Josh tensed with anticipation.
"Don't get in a hurry," I said. "Wait till he starts swimming away."
"I feel him yanking it," Josh said. "He feels like he's got it."
Suddenly, the fish surged away, putting a stiff bend in the rod. There was no doubt now the fish was on. ...
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