While trying to revive the fish I radioed my father and told him about what I'd caught. When I looked back down, I couldn't see anything because something suddenly disturbed the silt. Then abruptly the fish was pulled backwards out of my hands. As the silt settled, I spotted a giant shadow about one inch away from my left foot. I slowly moved my hand out of the water and stood still. I must have resembled a ghost, for my skin had lost its color, and the fog seemed to give my hands an iridescent look. I knew this shadow was not a log. My gut tightened into a solid mass, and my heart ascended into my throat, causing me to choke. I gasped for air and screamed at my dad. "Dad! Something happened! Come quick!" My feet were stuck in the mud, and horrid visions from "Jaws" filled my mind. The shadow seemed at least five feet long, and what looked like a head appeared to be the size of a soccer ball. I struggled as hard as I could to get out of the water, thinking of all the times I've witnessed a struggling minnow being engulfed by a famished pike, whose mouth was full of miniature razors. This image only made me struggle harder until the silt finally spat me out. I felt a small pain when my back struck a large tree root, but that was the least of my worries. I stumbled up the muddy bank and sat down against a broad cedar treee. I was breathing quickly, almost panting, and my body was trembling. My eyes were fixed on the narrow path leading through the woods.