My best experience was late one night on the old pier. With the lights shining out off the end, I could just barly make out a small fish at the end of the lights. I took an ultra light rod with 6# mono and jig and flipped it towards the fish. It was then that I realized what I saw was only the width of the mouth of a much larger fish. As it turned to grab the bait, it was a Cobia and the fight was on. He just about spooled me and I had to lay on the old pier, leaning over to try and get him back out from under the pier. I fought that fish for what seemed like an hour. No one else around to help, so I tried to gaff him myself and just about dropped the gaff! Finally I tied the rope to the rail so I wouldn't loose the gaff, but he made another run up the side. I finally was able to get him back to the end where I was successful in landing him. No one else around to witness the 26 lb. catch or it may have been a line class record. I should have never been able to land the fish, but I could see the jig hooked in his lip. I'll never forget that night. It was awesome.
