Back in the early 90's I spent a lot of time working throughout the Ozarks. I was just learning to fly fish and fished the White and Norfork a few times, but never did very well. Then a couple of us got a guide one day who took us out to fish the White below the dam. You were restricted from getting but so close to the dam with a boat, but he'd get us as close as we were allowed and then we'd just float and dead-drift these big streamers that were supposed to look like stunned baitfish that had come through the dam.

We each caught a few nice big football-shaped RBT and BT. One in particular ran with it and took all kinds of line off the reel. It just took off and kept going. Guide told me to let him know when my line got to the backing and he'd start up the boat, but before that happened my leader snapped. Haven't thought about that for a long time, that trip was a lot of fun.