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Elnut should relate to this one.
Break of the Line
It matters not
The season or reason
That draws us
To water's edge
It matters not
That so many
Has touched the hand
The bent rods
The pull off drag
That "trophy"
In the smiling picture
Bragging rights
At dinner
But what cuts
To the heart
Is that "one bite"
Unexpected
Long awaited
Only to be released
With the break of the line
A sound not more defined
Roy L. Nave
Bonefish
Elnut can relate to this but the only 2 fish that I EVER lost that I EVER regret neither broke the line but I did at least get to see both of them. The first was a sure 8lb Smallmouth that I had almost to the net 3 times in Feb 2005 that my buddy Henson and I will both never forget before my jig straightened out, the second was the 10lb Greenfish that spit my rattle trap right back at me after she came to the top and shook her gigantic head. At least I got to see both of these before the fishing gods smacked me on the head is the only graces I got from both of them along with the memory of fish that were both once in a lifetime for me.
This happened to me in minnesota, aftrea coupleof hours of casting, I got careless and didnt do a figure 8 I heard my uncle gasp and say "oh my god. I looked down, and threre was this musky, it was over 4 ft long. It just stared at us, and submerged like a submarine.
It has happened numerous times to me, but the last most disappointing was in August of this year while salt water fishing. I was wading the backwater mangroves with light tackle fishing for speckled trout and small mackeral. I had a flurocarbon leader, fishing with 8 lb test, and tied into a huge redfish. Got it up close to where I was in waist deep water but the last run it just snapped off. Man, what a rush!! I caught two redfish later on the boat with larger tackle that were 33", but not nearly the rush as fighting it on that light gear.