Poppee set the hook and the Finesse Spring Rod seemed to break in half. The 1-1/2 pound test held even though the line was rubbing on the ice edge. "I-YEEEE,” he yelled out. This fish was bigger than the previous half dozen ‘gills that we had just caught. She came up to the hole and I realized it was one of those giant pumpkinseeds that Lake Geneva was noted for.
"Whoooaaah look at that bluegill," exclaimed Poppee.
"No, that’s a pumpkinseed," I said.
"That bluegill is a pumpkinseed?"
"No, that pumpkinseed is a Pumpkinseed."
"Then what is the bluegill?"
"Just forget it and go bac