I saw him at first, tossed in an unweighted nightcrawler and as soon as the worm hit the water and sunk a little he swam up to it, and chomped on it. I waited a few seconds for him to get it swallowed, and pulled the rod up and the hook came out of the worm. No biggie, I tied another worm on and he took it immediately once more. I waited longer this time, and tried to set the hook but this time, the hook stayed in the worm and the line broke at the knot. I was so pissed off because I knew I had just messed up my chances at catching him. I kept my eye on him as I tied another hook and worm on, making sure it was perfect, and he actually went back for thirds. I FINALLY got him, and when I brought him in to take out the hook, I grabbed the line to see where it was, and it was on the soft spot of his jaw and ripped out with ease. I was sweating in all the effort, I think it was well earned.