My friend, FuzzFace and I was fishing off Guthrie Dam yesterday with our big poles, baited out with carp about 5 or 6 inches in length. Things were pretty slow and we had all ready exhausted all the raunchy jokes and stories, told all the tall tales we could remember, when all of a sudden the pole closest to FuzzFace gave a tremendous jerk and it started spooling line out so fast the clicker sounded like it was hitting a high "c". Then the other pole jumped and started the same thing. Things were going crazy. I figured my odds of winning the lottery was better than have two monstrous bits like that. All of a sudden there was a big splash out in the lake. WHAT THE HECK. It was a very big hawk or small eagle (wingspan was about 5 feet). It took off and the poles settled down. The cotton picking thing had got wrapped up in two lines. If it hadn't of crash landed, one pole would have been in the water for sure. Too much excitement for old men like us...we packed up and went home.