He writes the following:
This day proved to be nothing short of epic for Gary.
It started out pouring down rain in the middle of the night and continued well into the day. I decided to sit out the first half of the day and try to locate a stray dog's puppies (we'd been feeding her everytime we saw her over the last several days and could tell she had pups), get everything packed up for the haul home, and check out of the hotel. I got all that situated around 1500 and called G to come pick me up so I could fish the last part of the day. I could immediately tell he was pretty stoked the minute he picked me up. I took a peak in the box and saw nothing but giant heads looking up at me, Gary just smiled and said "I got 'em figured out". We made a short run back to the point where he caught the 6 & 7lbr the evening before, killed the motor, and emptied out the live well for a photo shoot. G then proceeds to pull donkey after donkey out of the box, cheesed it up with them, weighed them, then released them all back (perfectly healthy I might add). His tally at this point was a 7lbr, a 7lb 11oz, a 8lb 3oz, a 10lb 2 oz, and a 10lb 14oz. Then isht got real....
Gary jumps up on the trolling motor and says "I'll show you where they're stacked up". He pulls up to that little bitty point we fished the night before, lines the boat up to his liking, fires off a cast, and says "been sticking them right there next to that stick", and right on cue sets the hook on a 10lb 4oz slouch. He fights the fish, I net it, then we take a moment to get a couple pics of his 3rd 10lbr that day.
After that, he takes a minute to line the boat up and fires off another cast. Bam, he sets the hook on a 10lb 6oz beast. He fights it, I net it, blah blah blah, wash, rinse, & repeat. That makes four 10lbrs for Gary.
He lines up again, makes a cast, and sets the hook, but this time it was only a baby (7lbr). We take a couple more pics, and chunk it back. At this point the entirety of the situation begins to set in with G and he says "man Coop, I'm perfectly fine calling it a day" (the sun was setting by this time). I say "no way, line it up again and finish off your 50lb sack" (half joking, and half fully aware what might just actually happen")
Right on time, G sets the hook again and I look up to see another monster tail walking her way towards the boat. I grab the net, scooped her up, and said "that's your biggest one yet". Sure enough, she weighed 11lbs 6ozs capping off a remarkable 5 fish, 53lb sack for the bearded fish whisperer.
After a flurry of high fives, pictures, and man hugs. We both decided it was best for him not to tempt fate, and just walk away on top. So rods were stowed, the boat was put on the rack, and we headed northbound out of town, with his last cast sticking that big girl who topped off the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed on the water.
We drove to San Antonio that night, and G caught his plane the next morning.
a few from the livewell...
10lb 14oz and 10lb 2oz
7 pounder even for good measure...
10lb 4oz - 3rd over 10 of the day...
10lb 6oz - 4th over 10 of the day!
11lb 6oz - 5th over 10 of the day!!!
Tell me you didn't fish it 
