After he was “wore out,” I could see that he was hooked very well through the top of the mouth, and also could see that he was probably the biggest pike I’d ever had on. He dwarfed the 34-inchers we'd been catching, and we figured he was around 45 inches. Not having brought a landing net, and not wanting to kill the fish, we were left with a chore of getting him in the boat. Not really thinking about it much, I told Nick to just grab the spoon and yank him in the boat. When he did, the hook pulled right through his lip, and I did my best not to dive in the river after him. All we could do was laugh about it.