toad showed up at my door early this morning,ready for another misadventure.i was ready and willing to accomodate him,so we headed for hoover with visions of eyes dancing in our heads.we were also hoping for a day of minimal "misadventures",which have kinda become our trademark amazingly,the day was almost without incident we caught a few eyes and white bass,after which we moved to another location.as we were drifting and working harnesses and spoons,toad accuses me of hiding the lid to the crawler box."duh,fred,it blew in the lake when you left it off" well,we can't be without a lid,so he starts manuevering the boat toward the lid,as i started to lift my spoon after a drop.oops,snag .after awhile,i thought i was pulling the boat to the snag,as i put the pressure on,with the rod doubled over.but toad keeps telling me,"no,the boat's not moving,dummy". then the fight was on,and after about 15 minutes and numerous long runs under and around the boat,against the drag,i finally wore the snag down,and toad deftly put the net under it.whew!!! can anyone guesstimate the size of this snag? after a couple pics,and making sure she had her strength back,i sent her on her way back to the depths,to gain another pound or two.