Fished Saturday Night At Griggs On The East Bank N Of Fishinger Bridge. Got there around 8 pm & fished till 11pm. All the action i've had at Griggs lately has been at right around 9 P.M. and this night was no different. At almost exactly 9 one of my poles that was rested atop my tackle box went flying off and i grabbed it as it skidded across the rocks in front of me. Another 2 seconds and it would've been GONE. I gotta admit that my first thought was that i'd snagged a submerged tree branch or maybe a big turtle. But when i raised the rod higher and i felt it pull downward HARD i knew i had a problem... The rod and reel i'd hooked the fish on was an old ZEBCO 888 on a mismatched 5'6" Shimano Bullwhip baitcasting rod with a short pistol grip. Uh-Oh. I'd no sooner pull the fish off the bottom turning the reel handle maybe twice each time i did before he'd go right back down again and i'd have to repeat the process. The too-flexible rod tip of that bullwhip wasn't helping at me much but after about 5 or 6 minutes i managed to pull him up to the surface and close enough to slide him up between the mass of rocks along the shoreline in front of me.When i got a good look at him in the shallow water between those rocks illuminated by my lantern i came to the sudden realization that the 23 inch 8 pounder my stepson had caught in almost the same spot the previous night was kinda small by comparison to this beast of a channel cat. Staring down at that fish my mind was doing that mental measuring thing..he was somewhere between 32" and 35" Long and between 12 and 16 Lbs. Having left my net at home (for the last time!) I tried to pull him up and over the 4 feet or so of rocks in front of me to the land of measuring tapes,digital scales and needle nose pliers but as i hoisted him across the slippery rocks he reared his fat head dislodging the hook (which shot toward me...followed by the sinker) and with a roll and a splash he was gone.... I was informed later by my 8 year old stepson who had witnessed the whole thing that i cursed when the fish disappeared. I asked him what i said and he said "The S Word" and then he commended me on my relative restraint..he said he'd have said MUCH WORSE. Kids! ..Didn't get another bite the rest of the night despite numerous casts to that particular spot where that fished was hooked. At least we got to see the fish..Anyway..Moral of this (too long) story: DON'T FORGET YOUR NET! Good fishing,Friends!