It was @8 years ago, on lake WA. I was trolling shallow with a Rapala and some small pop gear chasing the rainbows. I was about 125' from shore when I noticed a large party going on at one of the lakefront homes. They were lookin at me, I was lookin at them. you know, just relaxing and takin in the view. Then BAM! Something(a 10+ cut) bends my pole in half. I was by myself, so I flipped her out of gear and wrestled that beast on lite test all the way to the boat. It was an incredible fight. The beast took man and line to thier limits but after a few good runs he was rite at the boat @8' down just kinda chillin. I decided to take advantage of that and reach for the net. As I did, that dammed fish took off, straight up! Before I could do anything I was eye to eye with the twisting turning beast. He was 6 feet out of the water, 20 " away from my face when the demon fish not only spit out my setup, the whole thing landad at my feet(in my boat),as he dove to freedom. I lost it! I threw or beat up everything on my boat in the biggest hissy fit you've ever seen. I probably would have gone on for longer but the sound of laughter from the shore broke my fit of rage. All those poeple on shore watched the whole thing from start to finish. Of coarse, being quick to recover , I gathered my my floating debris and headed for the other side of the lake. Not a day goes by I dont grit my teeth thinking of this!