I once hooked a gar on Lake Ten Killer.
I was furious as it had my brand new Rapala lure attached to crochety alligator mouth.
My friend was equally angry and insisted I just reel him in.
He busted on that thing with am oar from our boat.
Pounded it pretty dern hard a couple times and then cut my line.
“What the hell!” I exclaimed, knowing I had just lost my lure as the gar disappeared beneath the water.
“I hope that thing rusts in his mouth and he dies a slow painful death!” my retorted.
“Eff him and serves him right” I yelled
Freakin gar.
He’s probably still swimming around with my lure 30 years later.
I hate gar.
I remember my dad catching a gar in the Tallapoosa River in Alabama when I was small. It was long and skinny...maybe 1 1/2 feet long. My dad’s nickname was “hook” because he was always fishing...lol