Fishing story

I thought I would stray of my cynical conspiracy path for a moment ,and share a story of mine that I always liked to share with anyone who would listen . And yes, it may sound like a desperate plea for attention ,but the truth is I always loved to tell a fishing story. As a child ,and having a Minister for a Father. I would get to spend about a month or so on a small gulf island between the coasts of B.C. and Vancouver island. Which is where a bible camp is situated that would host young students to old ,and generally complete some sort of program from conformations to bible study certificates ,and sabbaticals. Well having been between the age of 5 to 12 I didn't participate in any of the educational programs .So instead I had to find activities of my own .Which was pretty easy since I was surrounded by beaches and forest ,and being an island where the largest animals were deer. I was pretty safe to explore. But what I enjoyed most was fishing .Like for perch off the bible camps dock .Which was floating and about 120 feet into the water when tide was in ,and about 30 when it was out. Well, I would spend hours laying on the dock with a line wound around a small piece of driftwood in my hands fishing through the gaps of the sections off the dock . Catching anywhere from 30 to 60 fish a day . As I got older this form of fishing got a little boring .The fish where all pretty small .Being young perch .Even though there were big perch around ,but they were very difficult to catch ,and one of the very one's I did catch got stolen out of the community freezer( I hope whoever did eat that fish enjoyed it . Because it broke my fuck'in heart. Like I said they were hard to catch). Then there were also bullhead fish . Which were bigger ,but only good for a crab trap. So as I got older I was allowed to either canoe ,and eventually use one of their little powerboats .Which was a 10ft Boston whaler with a 8hp outboard motor. So I could start fishing across the channels off other islands ,and one of my favorite spots was an island just across from the one I stayed on. And it was actually a 300 acre island that belonged to one family with there own airstrip. Where occasionally the family would fly a 1/10 scale F16 remote control jet . Anyway, at one point of the island was another tiny island that looked tropical even when you where walking on it because of the yellowed ocean worn rock . With a few bare arbutus tree's in the middle, and the crystal clear water. So between these two islands was a deep drop off of around 300 hundred feet .Where I could catch anything from ling cod to mud sharks . And this where to me the most interesting thing happened in my life's fishing adventures. I was jigging for for fish in the little powerboat. I had been there already for a couple hours ,and would only leave when I knew I had to. I had caught a couple keeper cods for the campfire .Where we would wrap the fillets in tinfoil with butter and lemon .When suddenly I felt something bite my line that felt big . And just so you know by that time I had learned to use a steel leader and heavy test line to prevent losing lures. So I felt my rod trying to be pulled out of my hand by a caught fish.So I tightened my grip and slowly started winding my reel. Now I was about ten at the time ,and as a kid I was strong for my age ,but this fish was heavy . So I assumed I has caught a decent size mud shark .Which is a fish I loved and hated to catch . They were a tough fight to bring up ,but it was always sketchy getting the lure out because I didn't want to kill the fish just to do that. So I slowly bring my line in . My muscles are starting to strain a little and I figure my line was in about halfway .When suddenly I almost did lose my rod from my hands. Because something had just grabbed the end of my line that actually almost took me out of the boat. Well I panicked but managed to hold onto my rod without falling into the water .When the pulling stops as suddenly as it started. I just sat there dumbfounded as to what the heck just happened. I don't remember how long I sat there ,but eventually I regained my wits ,and started reeling my line in and noticed that the line was not pulling. But there was still some weight on it . I figured the fish feeling the pressure change gave one last fight and got off the line. But something felt like it was still there so I guessed it was just a current or my arms where tired. Well as I am bringing the line in I am looking into the water waiting to see my lure when I notice something in the water and coming up with the winding of my reel. I see the reddish chunk of something coming up on my lure. When I finally can see what it is I was shocked. Still hooked to my lure was the front half of the largest Red Snapper I had ever caught,and the fillets I got off of it were still pretty good size. If I had caught whole fish it would have weighed 20 odd pounds . and it was about 10 inches across at the middle which is where it was bitten cleanly in half . The bite went across the fish in little mounds ,but it looked like one clean bite. So there I was in the powerboat all by myself with half a snapper in the boat ,and some big thing in the water outside my boat. Well let's just say I didn't waste time getting back to camp .Not that I never returned to that spot .Because the fishing was just to good. But I definitely gave a couple days .At least until my imagination about the Killer whale subsided.