I WAS FISHING ONE NIGHT UNDER A BRIDGE ON HARTWELL LAKE IN SOUTH CAROLINA. I HAD GOOD LUCK EARLY ON THEN THINGS GOT REAL SLOW AROUND 1AM SO I DECIDED TO TAKE A NAP. THE STRIPERS USUALLY START THEIR RUN AROUND 4AM. ANYWAY I WAS AWOKEN NOT BY MY DRAG RUNNING BUT BY THE LOUDEST RACKET I EVER HEARD...