The second strike was different as the catfish slashed at it first, then followed the fly until I stopped it and jigged it in front of his face. BOOM!
Reminds me of a trip my father and I made one Sat afternoon to the River ( funny what triggers 65 year old memories ). We had waded across the Colorado about a mile below Smithville. As usual he and I took different directions once we were across and on shore, casting Rex Spoons.
A couple hours later at meet up time/place, he has this 6 # or so small mouth on his stringer. Thus goes this tale.
"He was standing at the base of a high sand bank in the bend of the river. About a dozen feet out was a large log buried in the sand about a foot under water. He had cast down current and just as he brought the spoon up over the log, this bass came with it. My dad stopped reeling. The bass stopped and seriously eyed the spoon laying there on bottom.
This is late summer, the rice flooding down stream in finished, the water level is low, and the water is gin clear. The sun was at my dads back and he was casting a serious shadow across the fish. Any movement by the rod to jig/twitch the spoon would have scared it off. My father said he was afraid the movement of reeling in the slack of the line would be too much movement.
Using his thumb he slowly turn the reel spool to take up the slack. The spoon moved barely a quarter inch - WHAM!"