We hooked into this big lemon on the flats, where it's about 2 feet deep, and he dragged us out to 7 or 8 feet and hugged the bottom. I got him up to the surface once, but we couldn't get the gaff in him. Fifteen minutes later, he was still under the boat, and I said to Zane, "Either we break him off or we don't, but I can't keep doing this." He finally came up. I'd been fighting him for two hours, but when we got the gaff in him, he went nuts. He bit the boat, and you could hear the fiberglass crunch. Lemons don't have especially big teeth, but they'llust grind you up if they get you. I went up and tail-roped him, then Zane put a rope through his mouth and gills. He was more than 9 feet long. We tied his head off to the bow cleat and his tail to the tower so he couldn't turn around and crunch us.