The day started with me losing my #1 rod off the kayak on the paddle out to the jigging grounds, so I had to use my backup rod. Jigged for hours and hours with no signs of life, then, finally, I saw some fish in the distance and raced to them. Tossed the jig. BAM. Fought the spring for a bit, then it swam to the surface, jumped, and spit the hook. No biggie, the fish were still around. Tossed it at another boil. WHAM... SNAP! Broke me off on the hit. Damn. Couldn't find the fish again and the wind came up. It was blowing around 15 kts by the time I decided I ought to paddle back in. Juuuust one more drift. As I was cranking up the jig to reset, my rod doubles over... zzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... line screaming out. It was all I could do to hang onto the rod. ZZZZZ it kept going. 15 seconds... 30 seconds... 45... I'm beginning to get concerned about getting spooled, so I reach up and give the drag juuuust one click. SNAP.
I had forgotten to re-line my backup rod and the line was old. Oof. Who knows, it could've been a seal for all I know, I never got to see it. It was pretty fishy, though, and I'll just assume it was a tyee.