On the positive side, since I was in shock from first seeing it, I did not go into shock from losing her.

I had just changed out the front hook, as a tug of war with a tree took one prong off, but she must have been hooked on the back one. THE ONE I had barb-less still, from a trip to a lake that is catch and release only, and that requires that all lures be barb-less.
Live and learn.
ON a more positive note, I NOW KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES.

Believers, please pray for me as I go back for her on Thursday. I've yet to get a 10, but I don't mind skipping that category and go right to a teener.