OK Bill, so you want to hear about my disappearing stunt?
Couple years ago, Mike and I were spring shore fishing at West Newton. Mike was to my left about 20 yards and we were really popping em. Nice/big crappies and very impressive gills.
I am standing on the crest of the bank casting straight out and having a ball catching fish.
Unknown to me, directly behind me about 5 feet is this large hole in the ground, five feet around and four feet deep, covered with dead grass at the bottom. Picture a fox hole.
I latch onto this huge crappie and get him up to shore. He is BIG and I am only using 2 pund test line.
I figured, I couldn’t just yank him out, rather pull him up the muddy and slick bank till I could get a hand on him.
Braced one leg ahead and down the bank and started to slowly pull.
The jig popped out of his mouth which now leaves me off balance.
Backwards I fly and much like going thru the ice, only this time, I literally fall off the face of the earth and free fall all the way to the bottom of the hole.
I am completely out of site and I am swearing and scrambling to crawl out of this hole.
I stick my head up like a gopher only to see Mike bent over and laughing with tears running out his eyes.
With my hat cocked sideways and the dazed look on my face, yeah, he got a real hoot out of it.