When I was stationed in Beaufort, SC we used to fish Santee Cooper and Lake Moultrie a lot. Someone asked if I had ever tried the Cooper river which I had not. The very first time we fished it, I was chucking a blue and black Culprit under some low hanging branches and something hit it with a fury. Line got wrapped around some small branches, but I could still feel the fish. I knew it was a big gal. I was in front trying to get to that branch so fast that we were stepping on poles, poking our eyes out on branches, trying to get the net. It was pretty funny what 3 Marines will do when it comes to a hog. I tried for what seemed an eternity trying to untangle my 17lb Trilene from that stick. Then the fish surfaced and luckily I had witnesses. It looked like an 11-12 pounder that you could stuff a softball in that mouth with room to spare. My buddy went to try and get a net around it and how it happened we weren't sure but the line snapped. I just stood there staring in despair. I trolled away from the bank with nothing, but sticks and Spanish moss in the boat.