when I landed mine what I remeber most was the PBTM (potential brown trouser moment!) was caught by 'accident' on baited hokkias in loch sunart ina 12 foot dinghy!
was only a little un (90lb ish according to the charts) but towed us quarter of a mile down the loch, and when it got first sight of the boat decided it much preffered the view from the bottom so decided to go back down there... nearly took me over the side with it!
no gaff, no net.... got it to the side, stuffed my hand in its gob (wrapped in several layers of towel), it obviously realised is was being nice, so decided to help out by holding on to my hand somewhat firmly at this point, and cut the hook with a pair of pliers, and pulled the bend through and out. by now the wee fishy had obviously taken a shine to me, as although it was no longer hooked, it seemed to like my hand and took a little encouraging and some strong words before it let go slipped back to the depths
did wonders for my hangover at the time as I remember