Years ago,when gigging fish on the river,we had a large beaver swim in front of the boat.I thought I could gig it the the back of the head with no problem,but the problem was I missed the head and stuck him in the back of the neck.He turned,had that gig pole in two in one good bite,then crawled in the jonboat with us.I couldnt get a good enough swing to kill it,all I could do was keep him pushed off me.He finally decided to leave,and jumped in and swam off,with the fish gig still imbedded in him.I had to go home and explain to my dad,whose outfit I was using,what happend to his fish gig. hillbilly