This story is a little depressing to tell but I'll give it a shot...
My friend Rob and I spotted this hawg of a largemouth right near the shore of a small inlet river to a large lake. Both of us tried everything in our tackleboxes to land this monster (It was one of those annoying fish who have apparently seen everything) but nothing was working. We saw the fish on and off for around three hours and both claimed it was the largest largemouth we had ever seen in person, neither of us have fished anywhere other then Michigan though. As we started to lose hope along came a little duckling, swimming right by us, with the bass swimming right below it. Both Rob and I said something along the lines of "Oh #### no" but sure enough the bass ate the little duckling. If only the duckling would have been kind enough to hold onto a treble hook for me the story might not have ended so depressingly.
Just thought I'd share,
Mike