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I have this one posted on my site at lineswithlines.com. Zach has posted an illustration to go along with it. You can see the illustrated version at https://lineswithlines.com/my-giant-fish-story/ 

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I’m going to tell a story that I don’t think you’ll believe, it stretches your credulity, so much you just might leave. So at the risk of losing you I’ll chance to tell this tale, about the time I caught a fish the size of a blue whale. It happened in my younger years, about the age of nine, you likely don’t believe a boy so young could hold the line. And that’s OK, I don’t expect that you’ll believe it’s true; there’s more to make you skeptical before my story’s through… I caught him on a windy day while playing with my kite, I flew it out over a lake just as it turned to night. The clouds were rolling in the dark and lightning made a flash, a giant clap of thunder rolled up to me with a crash. My heart cried out with pounding as I fought to hold the string, and that’s when I remember that I saw the strangest thing: from in the lake a giant fish jumped up toward my kite, and when he got up to it gulped it down in one big bite. I wasn’t sure my eyes were sending signals to my brain, or if my mental faculties were operating sane, but what I did surprised me for the state that I was in, my body seemed to take control and started reeling in. The fish was looking at me as he fell back down to Earth, he seemed to be surprised to see me pull for all my worth. He landed in the water with a splash that went so high, that basically, he drained the lake which left him high and dry. So there he sat on dry lake bed, my kite between his jaws, the string was stretching to my hand, I stopped to give this pause: if he was chewing on my kite, the string between us taut, and if he had nowhere to go I could declare him caught! I cocked my head and thought about the dinner he would make when suddenly the water started falling to the lake. It first came down in sprinkles but then soon became a flood, it splashed against the bank so hard it covered me in mud. But just before the fish was gone I looked him in the eye, I’m pretty sure he winked at me as if to say “goodbye.” I felt a tug, the kite string snapped, my kite was gone for good, I wondered who to tell this tale and if I even should. I know you won’t believe me thought it happened as I say, I’d point to several witnesses, but there were none that day. So take me at my word, let your imagination run, you’ll find that if you do the story is a lot more fun.

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Date: 4/7/2020 4:51:00 AM
I absolutely love your poem and style technique in telling your story. Got to be one of my favourites so far. Well done!
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Date: 6/15/2018 12:49:00 AM
Ha ha! A very fishy tale. Great fun, caught me Cary.
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Cary Snowden
Date: 6/15/2018 11:55:00 AM
It's all true, I swear! ;-) Thank you, Sylvia - I loved your note! -Cary
Date: 6/14/2018 10:48:00 AM
Thousands would not but I believe you Cary Snowden ;) Thank you, was a good poem to read ! Kindest regards Paris-Maree ( P.S My favourite male artist-singer Taj Mahal sang a great "Fishing" song- I recommend it, If you haven't heard it, you may like it as i did) <3
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Cary Snowden
Date: 6/14/2018 11:10:00 AM
Thank you, Paris! Taj Mahal is FANTASTIC! I looked up his fishing song and tapped my toes all the way through; that guy can pick a guitar like nobody can! Thanks for the tip, and thank you for the wonderful comment! -Cary

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