I too grew up night fishing on Hubbard with my dad. It was a way to get me out fishing while he and his buddies were freed up enough to drink his beer. We caught boat loads of sandies. We were under the west side of the I-30 bridge one night on the trusty ol 18th pylon when we heard a big splash come from way down the bridge. We heard a few days later they pulled a body out of the lake.
If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space!