Most of my fishing this fall has been for pike in the Looking Glass River somewhere, um, nearby. One night, Dad and I were walking along the Looking Glass toward the farm market. We saw a huge pike! The next week, we came back to catch it. The first time, I broke my line and my pole. The next day, I caught him! The Looking Glass Rivermonster, I call him, was 32 inches and he pulled me into the river! The next week, I came back with my friend Noah, and I think we caught him again, but the hook came out of his mouth and he fell out of my net.
