I’d sure hate to see the worm that would be needed to catch this size of a fish. Can you imagine taking this fish back to your wife to have her fry it up in her frying pan?
Just to land that monster would give most people a hernia. More likely it would be that fish that would be telling its kin about the one that got away and with the metallic taste of a rowboat in his mouth to prove it.
And, if you can’t land that monster you might try the next best thing. You could establish a new sport in Big Bass Lake known as Fish Bronko Busting. Now if you could only find a proper saddle?