“I managed to recover about one hundred yards of line by the time I reached the end of the sand bar, and fortunately the big King decided to take a breather. I personally think it just wanted to make sure I had run out of room before continuing on its way, because no sooner had I stopped, and then it was off again.
Bill, who was leaning up against his airplane, smiled and said, “Having fun yet?”
Seeing the rather hopeless look on my face, he started climbing into the cockpit and yelled, “Get on the back of the pontoon.”
“What the hell for?” I yelled back, as I watched my line continue to disappear.
“Just get on,” he said. “I will start her up, taxi out into the river and we’ll chase it down…”
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