Imagine that you are in one of Mexico 's BIG BASS meccas, where a 10 pounder is just a good fish, to brag a little you have to be in the teens, you make a cast witha a zara spook and send the bait flying into the next lake to work between those monster elodea patches where you now BIG MOMMA lurks, so there you are with a slight breeze ( just enough to ripple the surface ) twitching your rod tip and walking the dog when suddenly you see a huge wake approaching your bait at warp speed, 30 ft, 20 ft, 10 ft ( oh boy!!! oh boy !!! ), your palms get sweaty, you begin to perspirate, your eyes start popping right out of their sockets, the emmotion is overwhelming !, 6ft, 4ft ( you 're about to dump a brick right there on the boat ! ), the sound of the music from JAWS starts pounding your ears, WHAAAAAAAAAM !!!!, the strike is vicious, water and elodea splashing all over the place, you wait a couple of seconds and set the hook hard.......the MONSTER starts to pull, you 've got Nessie on the other end of the line, it runs to an elodea patch you turn it 's head, it sees another patch and it runs for it you pull and punish the critter, this battle goes for what seems endless hours ( actually minutes ), it pulls, runs here, runs there, the drag screams and slowly but surely the KREATURE starts gettting closer and closer to the boat, ten feet from the boat it suddenly realizes thet the boat is near so it takes a good pull and goes underneath the boat, there you are running all over the boat like a monkey with pequin pepper smeared on it 's rear end trying to pull the beast from underneath the boat, finally the beast gives up and................... HOLY COW ! just as you 're about to lip it you realize that the beast has more teeth than a chainsaw and an ugly mean look on it 's eyes.
Ever caught a 12 pound really ticked alligator gar ?
One thing is for shure, they do fight with a lot of spirit.