The adrenaline rush that comes from fighting a powerful fish has become something of an addiction for me. When I’m fishing and my rod doubles over, and that reel drag starts singing, it’s game time…it’s war. During the fight, while I pump and reel, gaining an inch but losing a foot, I can feel the adrenaline enter my veins. Even though the monster fish is 200 yards out, I can still feel every powerful head-shake as it runs and tries to throw the hook. After what feels like an eternity, with my arms fatigued from the battle, the fish finally turns and I’m able to get some line back. As I battle the fish closer, it eventually surrenders and it shows me its side. Man has triumphed over beast!! After I land the behemoth, I snap a few pictures for bragging rights, and then release it back into the drink. Its a surreal moment as the leviathan swims from my hand back into the depths. As I come down from the high, I relive the battle in my mind, remembering the way the fish peeled the drag… and I immediately feel the need to do it again.