Wife hooked a bridge piling one night. Set the hook hard, rod bent, drag on the little reel screaming as she cranked that handle at a heart pumping pace. The men on the other end of the bridge were off their respective rocks , on their feet cheering her on. I walked behind her and told her she was hooked on the bridge. She put some slack in the line, the glow float popped up to the surface and floated free. You could hear the air leave those two fellas as they said awe it broke off. The legend still persist of that auburn haired woman that lost a world record crappie late one cold night at that North Alabama creek of mud.