About 3 years ago in August we were fishing behind a shrimper for kings with ribbonfish. As we came back for another drift a hugh ling came out to meet us. He wasn't interested in our ribbons so I sat my rod in a holder and reached for a live perch. As usual I forgot to rig a rod for perch so I began tying a hook on another rod. Monty yells something is on your rod. The ling had followed my ribbon as it settled into the depths and I am now hooked up with a hugh ling on a tld 15, 30# line, and a light kingfish rod. After about 30 minutes of tug of war, hot windless 95' temp, and forgetting to breath a few times, I am about to croak! We can't find the big gaff, its where its supposed to be, so Monty grabs the 3' small kingfish gaff. He sticks the ling right square in the belly. The fish doesn't even react, like me he is too tired to care. Monty who is 75 can't lift the fish so I put the rod back in the holder, grab the fish by the jaw, and we lift the fish and put it in the box. I sit on the box and try to catch my breath. The fish never moves. We don't make another cast and head home. At the dock the fish weighs 83# and is the largest anyone can remember coming in. The moral of the story is you don't have to be good, just lucky, remember to breath, and try to remember to keep a heavy rod rigged. The fish was caught behind 2 shrimpers tied to a standpipe up north near the old purple rig that used to be there. The water was only about 100' deep. I have a picture but don't have a way to send it.