I was fishing under Mehaffey Bridge with Ranger. Ranger was sniffing around the rocks and I was sitting in my chair, drinking a beer. Across the water, under the other side of the bridge, were a father and son. They were fishing too, just enjoying the afternoon. I took another sip of my beer when i felt a strong pull on my rod. I stood up and started reeling, Ranger came over to watch. It was an incredibly strong fish and I had to give it my all to reel it in. I had to give it slack so it wouldn’t snap my line, but inch by inch it got closer and closer. Finally I got the fish to the edge of the water and I gave it another big pull. As the fish surfaced it screamed, it was in immense pain. As I pulled the fish close to me I saw that it was pale and covered in freckles, my hook had gone straight through its fleshy cheek and blood dripped from the wound onto my shoes. The fish continued to scream and it was getting louder. It made no words, just constant juvenile pain. I held the fish in my left hand and tried to get the hook out with my right. As I reached in its mouth the fish bit me with human teeth. I dropped the fish and it wriggled on the ground, screaming louder and louder with each passing second. My fingers had a deep gash in them and a thick torrent of blood poured out. I stuck the fingers into my mouth and drank. Ranger started barking at fish, the hair on his body sticking straight up in a line from his head to his tail. The fish got louder, Ranger snarled, and he pounced on the fish. After a couple of bites the screaming stopped. I looked back across the water. The father was staring, the son was gone.