When I was a young Marine I was stationed in Yuma, AZ. There turned out to be exceptional fishing along the lower Colorado River. Bass, bluegill, crappie, carp and catfish in the small lakes and canals, as well as the main stem of the river itself. Anyways, we get this new Sgt from Louisiana. He had a bassboat, a million lures and about 30 rods and reels. Seemed to me like he took all of it out on the boat, too. Me, I had a Tube, 3 or 4 good fishing rods, and usually got by with a couple small plano boxes and a bag or two of plastics. My favored rig was a light spinning outfit with 8lb test. After a trip out with him on his boat once, he told me I'd never catch a big fish with that outfit, and that the whole tubin' thing was a joke. Yeah, okay. What I didn't tell him about was a lesser known spot. You couldn't get a boat into it, maybe a small pond boat. It was surrounded almost entirely by thick brush and cactus. The place we launched 'toons from had a 4' drop off, occassionaly someone would drop a johnboat in that way, but it was scary to watch them turn the trailer 90* and then see it drop 4'..... Anyways, the spawn came prety early out there. About March IIRC. I was out and nailing fish in the 4-6lb range, which was normal for this spot. Out in the middle on a shallow hump, I put my 4" worm into a pocket and worked it back. Line went slack. Started reeling, it stayed slack. Reeled fast, tight, set the hook. 5 minutes later, afer getting splashed and yanked around I was lipping a big fish. Zebco scale called it 12lb, 3oz. Couple days later I tell the sgt about it. "######, you're overestimating the fish...." Until I showed him this.....