Oh. My. God. :eek: At the risk of exposing myself as a bit of a redneck and a girl all at once, my husband and I love to go catfishing at night. We went one night, and I got a huge bite...I was so excited, I fought with it and fought with it and finally got it up on the riverbank. Only to find out it was an eel. A really big, ugly, scary eel. I'm sure they heard me scream for a country mile, and it took me awhile to decide maybe I wasn't going to die of fright. And no, I ddin't take it off the hook myself. I cut the line. :p Have no idea what the hell kind of eel was in fresh water, but it was really big and ugly.Quote:
Originally posted here by dalek
Congers, sound tough, I remember seeing a few Moray's while snorkeling down in the Carribbean, caught a few garden variety types around the jetties here in Halifax, eels can be a tough fight.
