Roll casting a Wolly Booger onto several beds, I caught two small males and then pulled a 5-pound female out of the creek. I horsed the small fish in, so they didn't get a chance to make much racket, but the big girl was too strong and thrashed like mad. I was releasing her when I noticed one of the bull gators accelerating in my direction from downwind. By the time I got the fly out, he was inches from the bank, about 40 yards out and pushing a two-foot wake. I turned and ran with the fly and leader trailing behind me. The fly snagged on a cypress branch and broke off but I never slowed my stride. Somewhere, the cypress grabbed the tip half of my venerable Sage Graphite II, a rod I've had since high school. I went back to look for it, without success. Bummer, but I guess I'm lucky that I'm not missing a limb.