Well, Thursday night I had a trip lined up with a friend of mine from Computer Sciences Corporation (where I used to work, yeah High-Tech Redneck!) Of course, when I called him up right before time to go he was whinin' about his EAR hurting. (I told him it had a string hangin' out of it, but it mighta gone over his head! :wink: DOH!) (Don't worry, Gary- I won't put your name in this post! DOH!!!) So, of course I stayed home, right! NAH!! I already had "permission fer fishin'" and I wasn't about to waste it... Using some tips I got during my trip with GatorT, I set up a good drift with my newly acquired rod-holders in my 15' boat. I drifted for a couple of hours in the cold wind (put in right at dark) with NOTHING. No bites at all. I was drifting cut white perch, cut gizzard, threadfin, and bream, whole and cut. I was getting a bit chapped, as it was about 45 degrees with about an 8-10 MPH wind. I was just beginning to fret that I needed that dadgum fish finder when rod #3 started screaming. Now, this is my favorite reel- OLD Garcia Ambassador on one UUUGGGLYYY stick. Line was blistering off the reel, even though I had set the drag TIGHT. I knew when I was struggling to get it out of the rodholder that I had a good fish on. Now, I have caught several cats over 15-25 lbs. or so, but this was something else! This line was WAAY out behind the boat, but it was nearly 30 minutes before I saw the fish. He came up in the moonlight, and I saw that he was 3-4 ft. long and TICKED OFF! He made about five hard runs when I got him back up to the top, and finally my back was wore out and I just sat down and let him pull the 15' boat around a little. (which he DID, it surprised me how much he could move it!) Now, the landing net upgrade has not happened yet (one step at a time), so here I was with a cut-off metal-mesh net that I use below the dam for to get threadfins. ONLY HIS HEAD WOULD FIT! I ended up getting his head in the net, and got my left arm under his FAT belly- I hoisted him up over the side and landed him in my Rubbermaid slime-zone, which he promptly smashed into pieces! I guess it had gotten more sun than I thought, it was kinda brittle. Anyway, this muscle-head was exactly 36" long, and a new PB at 28 lbs.! (Dang I thought he would have weighed over 35- how much weight did he lose overnight? It was the next morning at about 10:00 when I weighed him after about 12 hrs. on ice?) He fought twice as hard as any cat I have caught before, even ones fairly close to his size. And yes, he was C,P,F&S (Caught, Photographed, Fried and Stewed- sorry, just got laid off and have 4 kids and a hot wife to feed- praise the Lord for providing old Muscle-Head!) :big_smile: ...and, thanks again to GatorT for showing me how to drift without hangin' up! 2 hrs. later, still no more bites... back to Dutchman's to the truck... with a victory!