Spent Friday night on the banks of the Wabash til about 1am. Didnt catch much other than this 5 and a half pound walleye that took a 6 live bluegill. Didnt even flutter the rod tip- I decided to check my bait and there he was. Unfortunately, he managed to take the 12/0 hook I was using pretty deep in his throat. I tried to cut as much of it out as a could without hurtin him, hopefully he made it. The only picture I got was this lousy cell phone shot. The night didnt get interesting though until about 12:45am. My buddy and I were sittin on the bank with the lights out, praying for a bite (anything but gar) when we started hearing a whole lotta partying going on upstream. Sounded like someone up and moved a tailgate party to a raft on the river. Wasnt long before we could hear the buzz of an outboard headed towards us. It didnt take me long to realize that these drunken idiots were throttle wide open, with no lights, headed straight for the log jam we were fishing. Luckily for them they didnt hit it head on, but I was already moving my butt out of the way! They ended up hitting the submerged junk and some stickups at the end of the pile. It LAUNCHED their boat in the air, and Im willing to put money on there being at least two foot of space between the bottom of their boat and the river. They managed to land safely and stay in the boat (barely), but you could tell their outboard wasnt producing much power. From the way it sounded Id say they lost at least one blade off the prop. Youd of thought thatd slow them down some- nope- they kept on truckin, hoping and hollering on downstream, drivin' it like they stole it. What a way to end the night.