A totally weird day today, which included a very embarrassing and stupid event by me.
We were down at Muir and the day started OK. We had a hit at around 8:15 and brought in a small 7lb fish.
Two hours later we were trolling in the opposite direction and I had a big hit and the rod sprang up straight. I jumped to respond and nothing there. Strange. The new teaser head showed teeth scratch marks so it looked as though it had been a decent fish. While I was sorting that out the other rod gave a bouncing hit and my wife struck that one and nothing there again. Funny.
Down went both refreshed herrings and 30 minutes later the original rod did a stand up straight act again. I struck and this time he was there. At first he just stayed deep and head shook, then while my wife was clearing the other gear he began to run….and run… and run. The proverbial freight train!! I was beginning to think I had better hold this guy harder and maybe get my wife to turn back towards him, and tried to do that, when I heard the sickening “stwack” and the hiss of the line going through the rings. I looked down at the reel and it was empty and I had been spooled!!
The line had snapped or the reel knot had exploded I don’t know. Now I may have only had about 150 metres of line on the reel as I had lost some line in an altercation with a crab trap two weeks before. Nevertheless I paid the price for not paying attention. I could have kept a few loops of line on the reel and held on. I could have asked my wife to turn the boat right away. But I was so blown away by the heaviest running fish I have ever felt my mind did not think quickly enough . So dumb!! The only consolation was he would have been waaay over the slot and I would have had to release it anyway. Would love to have seen him though.
Nothing more for the next 2 hours then around noon we began to get those bang, rod straight up again hits again but once more we just could not hit them. So weird and frustrating. I think we had four more hits like that. At 2:30pm we called it and I had one rod packed up and I was untangling some leaders when the rod still out started to bounce hard. This time the fish had hooked itself and we boated a consolation 11lb fish to end the day.
So one fish at the start, one right at the end, a total of 7 good hits that weirdly we could not contact, and my first ever spooling, thanks to my very slow thinking!! A day to remember though….