So, there we were the other day…right at prime time…the crack of dawn. Everything was right. Low light and a good tide. I put the lures out and it all happened just like it should have…we got to the sweet spot and the back rod goes off.
And that’s exactly where things stopped going as planned…
The fish started tearing it up behind the boat, making hot runs from side to side…and then the Auto Pilot on my trolling motor had a Linda Blair moment and it’s head started spinning wildly. In a blink of an eye, we did a couple doughnuts and this hen managed to weave most of our lines together into one hell of a mess!
Somehow, she stayed on through it all and I scooped her up, along with two of our other FlatFish (the lure fell out in the net so I’m not even sure which one she bit!) and about a million yards of hopelessly snarled braid.
I’m normally fond of saying “all’s well that ends with a fish in the box,” but in this case I’m not so sure. The catch resulted in a complete retie of 3 out of 5 rods and about 20 minutes of peak fishing time lost.
It was the worst Cluster-Fugazi I’ve ever had…but oh well, makes for kind of a funny story (now).