Was a young lad about 8 or 9 at the boat show with dad. He got a pair of really expensive polarised sunglasses and got a deal to get me a pair. He got the neck strap and asked if I wanted one and I said no because I didn’t think it was very cool. Cut to our first trip out on the boat outside the Sydney heads. Time to break out the new polarised glasses! First time! I’m using a hand-line and look down the side of the boat to release it. As soon as I look down the glasses slide off my face and straight into the ocean. I reached for the net but it was too late… they were gone. I never told him until years later. The thing is. It’s around 26 years later and he still has his pair from that day! Long story short I ALWAYS use a neck strap now 😂
Short but sweet, In the Mersey river on the north coast of Tasmania I spent about 2 hours trekking it through the bush to a “Trout zone” the local BCF guy told me held big browns. I spent 2 hours walking down this muddy trail without casting a line as I still hadn’t reached the water, by the time I got there I started casting around this beautiful little stream with a little paddle tail that I had pre-tied onto my rod. Before long however, I got snagged on a submerged log and had to snap off the lure, when I went into my bag I realised I had forgot essentially every single jighead I had as I left the tackle box at the house I was staying at. Frustrated and tired I found a little Tassie devil spinner in the bottom of my bag, and with no other option I tied it on and began casting. Only about 3-4 casts later I see a monster brown trout come out from under a log and smack the Tassie devil, i was in awe of the size and colours, it has everything you’d want in a big trout including the gnarly head that the big ones typically have. After fighting it for about 2 minutes I begin to bring it in towards the net when it makes a final jump and spits the hook right at my feet. “NOOOO” I shouted, I had just lost the fish I had walked all this way for, and probably the fish of a lifetime. To only make things worse I preceded to get snagged on another log and lose the Tassie devil, with no lures left I begrudgingly made the 2 hour walk back to the car park, defeated.
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 14 or 15. My dad and I were fishing on the Gold Coast inshore reefs. I was using my favourite rod and reel combo, a Penn power stick 320 GTI with a Penn 330 GTI reel loaded with 25-30 lb mono (I still have them). We were fishing for snapper and had caught a few. Our normal fishing rig was the normal two hook paternoster rig. I remember having watch a fishing show where they used a ball sinker straight down onto the hook and let it drift out the back, so I tried that. After catching a decent snapper and put another bait out, but this time I lobbed it up current a bit to try to get the bait deeper. After letting more line out then before, I put the rod down and grabbed a drink and then the rod buckled over. I fought the fish for what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably really about 5 minutes, a nice big silver fish popped up behind the boat in the current. I’d hooked my first ever jewfish, and it was over a meter long! Dad was handling the landing net and was telling me to wind the line up slowly. It got to within about half a meter of the landing net, shook its head and the hook fell out! We couldn’t believe it! It drifted back a little, then we saw the tail kick on the surface and it went back down. Later that day, we went and bought a landing net with a longer handle! 😂
My most unfair fishing moment was, i just spooled up my brand new slammer dx 8500 with 50lb slammer braid, went down to the local and got some live herring, made the 1km walk to the end of the breakwall in the pitch black with my little brother, i chucked out my first live bait and boom a huge sparking run easily stopped by the slammer dx, the fish surfaced and it was my first ever mulloway. The fish was around the 1 metre mark and i was ecstatic, all i had to do was manouvere it around a rock pretruding from the wall and it would have been scooped up, instead a wave came and surged rhe fish into the breakwall, i fought for 10 mins to hold it up while we tried to leader the fish, i tried to go around the back of my brother for a different angle, slipped on the rocks and dinged and scratched my brand new reel on its first trip. In the end i had to snap the 60lb leader which held on for over 30 minutes while i tried to get the fish out, i went home completely defeated and i had to polish up my spool on the reel with my wifes nail buffer because it was all dinged up. Still havent caught another since.
My most unfair fishing moment is every single moment. When I spend hours preparing rigs, as a kid, to only having a 4 hr sesh once a month. I put in all that effort to sometimes go out with bait untouched or bitten off by tailor. One day I left my rod sitting cause we weren’t catching. 5 seconds later, I lost the slack and next thing I know, my Penn pursuit 4000 is running across the river. The one that gets away is always the best one. And that’s why fishing is so unfair. I’m stuck with not much gear left and any rod or reel will
A person with a good heart can find fish wherever he goes in a land full of natural beauty and greenery, especially pen fishing tackles if he is using it
I wouldn’t normally comment these things but hope this changes the attitude of the some locals as there’s definitely unfair behaviour and rudeness when non locals make a trip to well known ledges
I spent my childhood and teen years dreaming of a billfish. This year, I gave it my first proper crack on a family trip to North WA. Of the week we were there, we had 3 days with decent weather to go wide. Didn't even raise one on the first 2 days. Day 3, swell is up to 3m but the wind looks alright so we crazily sent it through the passage and went out deep. After a few hours, I finally raised my first black marlin. The first I'd ever seen with my own eyes. It hit the skirt and lit up. I instantly stopped the boat not knowing better and started trying to hook it. It spat the hooks and hit my other lure, but with the boat stationary it spat those hooks too. Didn't see another one - gutted. Until next year eh...
I took my mate fishing on the Clyde River in NSW. We hadn't caught much all weekend, nothing to brag about anyway... Until Sunday morning, we're drifting pass the caravan park in Nelligen, pillies bouncing through the weed, when 'zzzzzz' line starts peeling off my mates reel. The tinny was getting dragged around as he continued to fight the monster below on 6lb mono. As he started to retrieve some line i went scrambling for the net, only to realise i left my net at home and only had a kayak net. After an epic battle he got the fish to the surface. A massive flathead, easily 1m+. I grabbed the lip grips and managed to get them on big girls lip. I dragged her to the net but her head was too wide to fit inside. After being spooked she gave a big head shake, the lip grips came off, the hook came out and she swam away. My mate let out a deafening scream as the onlookers from the park witnessed the battle end. She was always going to be returned to the water, a photo would've been amazing though. It's unfair on him i didn't get organised and have my net that day. 4 years later he hasn't been fishing as he can't handle the thought of that happening again. Maybe he is the one that got away?
Fishing from the rocks at the south coast of Merimbula, I hooked a rare yellowtail kingfish at dawn. I had been trying to catch one for a couple of months. The battle was intense; my heart raced as the fish nearly pulled me into the ocean. After what felt like hours, I finally saw its shimmering scales. Just as victory was within reach, it made one last powerful leap, snapping the line and vanishing into the depths. Ever since, I've been chasing that elusive catch, my most unfair fishing moment.
My Unfair fishing moment happened a couple of months ago. Me and my dad are both quite new to fishing especially fishing on a boat since we’ve only had our first boat for a short period. In port Phillip bay snapper season is a big deal and many anglers tend to have no issue finding them. However for me and my dad it couldn’t be further from that. We’ve been out countless times and not been able to find snapper. One day we were sounding around when our sounder lit up with large arches stacking up on the bottom meaning it could only be snapper! The sounder showed some great quality fish and they were in numbers. It was a calm day and we anchored up perfectly and began fishing, getting some big bites. Unfortunately all of a sudden the weather drastically turned from 5knkts of wind to like 25knts swaying us away from the fish making it unfishable. This happened within like 2 minutes of setting anchor. It poured down with rain and my dad and I were left empty handed and haven’t found them since. It was Super unlucky and incredibly unfortunate.
Was young around 8, in the Transkei in South Africa, a rainy mis day, ‘let’s go fishing’ my uncle says. I join exited. Halfway to the spot he forgets his fishing bag, I sit in the rain cold until he comes back. We get there he casts for me ,big bait on. I start pulling my line in thinking I’m on a rock since I was young, until I realise a reflection. A massive kob/mulloway. I shout to my uncle. He gets close and pulls the line 😢noo never do that. The fish pops of the hook and I never got the kob. I remember this every time I pull a fish in. Great vid. Mad love your products. Penn reels all the way.
One of my most unfair fishing moments while barramundi fishing happened during a trip in northern Australia. I felt a strong bite and quickly set the hook. The fish fought hard, making powerful runs and jumps. Just as I was about to bring it in, it surged toward some nearby mangroves and snagged my line. In a split second, it broke free, leaving me empty-handed. Watching that barramundi swim away felt like a real heartbreaker!
As a South African than recently moved to Australia, it is amazing to see how much awesome land based fishing spots Australia has. I would love to explore these remote fishing spots!
My most unfair fishing moment actually turned out to be pretty good! As a uni student I had spent countless hours chasing the +1m Mulloway on the breakwalls and rivers of the far north (NSW) coast but with only soapies to show for it. I had organised to meet a mate for a night fish but with near monsoonal rainfall, he was a no show and i found myself solo and extremely wet. I managed to jig up only one Herring and with trepidation I cast him out into the blackness. One hour later my 850ssm drag started to click, but instead of a screaming run, I felt only a large weight and very few headshakes and was pretty sure i had hooked onto a nice bit of floating debris or a shopping trolley. To my surprise and after some cranking, a 1.3m Jewie appeared out of the deep. With no gaff or net i hauled the fish out by the gills and cut my hands to ribbons. I had fouled hooked someone else's tangled rig who had been busted off by the 23kg monster and the Jewie must have just been swimming past and been tangled on my line. Whilst i never got to experience the blistering first run of a land based Jewie, wet, cold and bleeding i still went home with the prize and a story to tell and pride (sort of) intact!
On a fishing trip overseas with plans of multiple fish of a lifetime, it was day 5 of non-stop casting with minimal action from a few species other than the target. One of the targeted species, a dogtooth tuna, came up behind my lure and followed it all the way to the boat, only to go down under the hull and down the reef edge towards the depths. Moments later, my brother hooked up on a less than appropriate light soft plastic outfit (including a 3500 Spinfisher) to none other than (presumably) the fish that eluded me. After a snapped rod on 20lb and much time passed, my brother landed what became for him a fish of a lifetime, and for myself the one that got away (well almost).
A couple of years ago I was fishing off the rocks on the Central Coast, NSW. This particular spot never really produced anything big but I still brought my Penn Prevail II and Clash outfit just in case. After casting metal slugs for hours since the crack of dawn I had no bites and the tide had been running out to the point that the waves were only just crashing the height of the rock face. I keep casting and I finally get a hit - and it runs and lunges. The fight doesn't go for too long and I can see it's a huge salmon, it would have been my PB. With no net, I try and time the waves so I can swing it onto the rock platform. After a few failed attempts, I have one more go and I pull the hooks. I sat down for a bit before spending the next few hours casting but not a single touch after that.
coming from instagram, the most unfair sport. i once had a livie on my penn spinfisher combo out front on our wharf. I was just sitting around waiting for it to buzz, hours went by, not even a hit. But when i was reeling my other big rod in (sadly not penn) i heard the beautiful sound of my penn spin fisher drag screaming. I ran over picked it up and set the hook, still running. i thought to myself, we’re on. but, not even after 15 seconds, i feel my line running, and SNAP! I screamed louder then i have ever screamed. I still believe that was my meter jewy i was chasing…
I use the SpinFisher VI 4500 and love it! It gives me a huge advantage when fighting some huge battles! Love it! I've made a few videos on my channels using it. Killer reel! Keep up the great work guys. You are defo doing something right! It's working. Let's go fishing :)
In my most unfair moment, no fish escaped, but I was fighting for more than half an hour against a "river stingray" here in Paranacito, Argentina, and after a continuous fight where the stingray detached itself from the bottom of the river and could pick up a few meters, and bury itself again and so on for almost an hour. When it is finally a few meters away from me, I see some leaves and branches peeking out, so my happiness plummeted! A giant tree taken from the river!! hahaha, and he had the same attitudes and behaviors of a stripe so my son and I were very attentive and excited, but it was a tragic moment and at the same time now we laugh at a nice memory and anecdote! greetings from Argentina!.
When I was 10 years old, my family had just moved into a new house, and I hadn't made any friends yet. One day, while exploring the park, I noticed some kids swimming in a nearby creek. Curious, I ventured down to the creek and discovered it littered with fishing line and tackle among the rocks. Determined, I ran back home, grabbed a piece of bamboo from the garden and some moldy bread from the bin, and rushed back to the creek. There, I untangled some fishing line from the bushes to and salvaged a few hooks. To my sheer delight, this makeshift setup led to me catching a 42cm bream. Overjoyed, I sprinted home with the live fish in tow. When my mother asked where the hell I had gotten it from. Now, twenty-four years later, I have children of my own who share my passion for fishing. Each time I’m out fishing, I find myself reliving the excitement and wonder of that unforgettable day when I was just a 10-year-old boy.
I've had many unfair moments throughout my many fishing experiences, I've lost lots of fish that could've been my biggest, leaving me feeling like a lost a part of myself. It's funny how losing a fish which you haven't even seen can leave you feeling with that horrible feeling. Anyway my most of my unfair fishing moments are either a chain of events, leading to the loss of a fish or a sudden event. My most unfair moment was a chain of events, the first event was a day before my most unfair moment. This event was losing my net, dropping it in the water, a stupid face palm moment. The next day people were catching massive kahawai, bigger than I've ever seen around 60-70cm. (My Biggest at this point was, and still is 54cm) some people were catching them by using chicken for bait at the surface, waiting for a kahawai to come by and then yanking them into their chili bins. I decided to chuck some pillchard out on a surf caster. After a while i got some big bites. I got the feeling that i get whenever i hook up to a decent fish, my stomach drops and a fire burns in my chest, i can't really explain this feeling but i hope you can relate. At this point everyone was watching me, not what i like to happen. The fish revealed itself as it jumped out of the water a few times. It was a kahawai, as big as the other ones caught earlier that day. When i brought the fish towards the edge of the Wharf, exhilarated after the fight it put up, i began to lift it up and onto the Wharf when i started losing hope. Throughout the process of reeling in the kahawai, my line had managed to twist itself over the tip of the rod, making it impossible to reel in anymore. The kahawai was now around half a metre above the Wharf and half a metre out. Unable to reel i started walking backwards but there wasn't enough room for me to get the kahawai over the Wharf. I was holding the full weight of the big Kahawai and my muscles were starting to feel it. By now i was panicking, i was in the moment focused on landing this fish. My friend started to reach for the kahawai being just out of his reach, he grabbed onto the bait table and tried to lean out to grab it. At this moment the kahawai manged to get the hook out of its mouth and drop back into the water.i reckon the hook slipped loose after it jumped out of the water a few times. The kahawai left me feeling disappointed and i began to think about everything i could've done to secure that fish. But if course it's almost impossible to think rationally when you have a fish on as you are locked in the moment, with your body rushed full of adrenaline. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. There is nothing you can do but think about what you could've done after losing a great fish, you tell yourself you did all you could but the feeling of regret will never leave.
My most unfair fishing experience was when my dad and I went camping over to GKI and we went in our swags and carried everything in backpacks and by hand we walked about 5km uphill hike to the beach we were going to set up on while carrying all our stuff. Then we walked about 1 km to the creek part where we were going to fish and we had been catching heaps of great fish but nothing amazing until we were on our last cast for awhile and we had got a massive golden trevally on the line and it reached the sand bank then just snapped the line out of nowhere! We could really use some new tackle especially because we are now travelling Australia for a couple years 😊
I haven’t been fishing very long but my most brutal story was when I went salt water fishing in the Gulf of Mexico for Goliath groupers, (bucket list fish) and we’re I went they were in structures and whenever one bit the bait, within a few minutes the line would snap due to it being rubbed against the structure. I was never able to land one.
my most unfair fishing moment is how much more fish my mates can catch even though I put in hours more work and research in. Because their parents have a lot of money they can afford $1600 reels and $400 braid. While their dads make rigs, bait them up and take them out on their big boat, i'm rigging up dad, baiting him up and deciding on our land based spot. I get made fun of for small 50cm tailor while they catch huge snapper off the boat even though they put in no effort. I hope to get some better gear to increase casting and drag strength and my father and grandfather are strong believers in the strong old metal Penn reels. but the hardest parts of fishing make the smallest things mean the world. the most unfair part makes this sport the worlds best
I set off on my first and last trip to moreton island with my shiny new heavy #penn prevail rod and slammer and the expectations of a gleeful child awaking on Christmas morn! Being the 'experinaced' fisho of the works lads camping crew the pressure was on to produce. Afternoon one I hooked a reasonable dart which was persued in the retrieve by a formidable bronze shadow in the gutter on the way in. My response was to switch the leader to wire pin the dart on my biggest circle hook and send her back out with a bravado only matched with the level of scoffing form the boys. Not 5 mins later the crowd on the beach were shaken out of boozy lethargy buy a giant eruption about 30m out as a bull shark turned on top on my dart live bait which then began slowly moving away with the torque of a 8v 79 Cruiser, it peeled my braid from the 8500HS slammer IV, expecting the worse and feeling somewhat out of my depth but determined not to show it I locked up the drag and followed it down the beach. To my joy she turned after about 50m and swam back up the gutter! About 20ims passed with the Noah coasting back and forth along the breakers, by which time quote a crowd had gathered around me including a 4x4 bus full of young European tourists.and a young lad in awe of what was unfolding. Slowly making ground on each turn of the behemoth I was getting confident and turned to to point and acknowledge the crowd, with 80lb braids the rod and reel were supporting much of my 85kilo frame as I lent into the toothy critters. I had even sent one of the boys to fashion a noose to tail the beast such was my cocky confidence at that point. And yet alas, the 100lb wire finally gave up sending me crashing on my arse much to delight and chuckles of the gathered crowded. I looked around to see a look of equali disappointment and distain on the face of the young boy as he saw his potential new hero crest fallen with a sand in his crack and hair. 'Aw' he said with a whine, 'I thought you was one of the good fishos'. I cracked a xxxx and retired to the swag.
As I cast my line into the crystal-clear waters of Jervis Bay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I have heard tales of the legendary fishing spots in this picturesque coastal area, and I was determined to catch a big one. But little did I know, my trusty Penn Slammer 8000 would be put to the test in an unfair way. Strong current swept my live yakka way out, after about 1 and a half hours, i got a massive take. It was a stonker kingy, i fought him for 30+ minutes until i got him right up close to the ledge. Out of nowhere this 4m+ bronze whaler shark absolutely destroys my kingy, one bite half of him was gone. Next thing i know I've got absolutely nothing on my rod except the feeling of devastation.
My most unfair moment was fishing alongside my friends, all using the same range of bait, similar gear, only to see them get bite after bite, while my bait just got wetter and wetter. And then they started hauling them in…I waited and waited, tried a few things and as the light started to change, they went quiet and suddenly I was on. Big runs, screaming (Penn) reel and bang, a kings launched itself on my livie and before I knew it I was elbowing those same friends out of the way to get the right angle on that king. Unfair all day to me, and then utterly unfair to my friends in an unforgettable once in a life time moment of a 15kg King. A great day out and a reminder of how quickly the unfairness can change - to your advantage. The wonders and joys of fishing
It was a few years back I use to own a true kit and we were a long way offshore at Akaroa NZ. My friend and I were just getting into fishing and had just purchased our first proper reels Penn slammer 3 and were on the hunt for our first king fish. We had been trolling for a hour or two on the hunt and just came across a bust up both our reels set off like a pair of horses at Melbourne cup final.we both grabbed our rods and started reeling,eyes lit up with the hopes of the famous yellow tail. Mine was first to the boat but no yellowtail more the famous grin of a barracouda. My mate continued to fight and a few mins later we got our first glimpse of a kingfish but he wasn’t alone as he brang it in close a pack of kingfish went under the boat I watch as 5 of the most beautiful fish swam right under the boat my Barra still on the line threatening to pop the boat. I managed to get it off the line but the other kingfish were well gone and it was time to take my mates first photo with the prized fish.we chucked it back and jumped straight back on the hunt. Lures back in as we set off trolling again. A couple of mins later my reel took back off this time it was big and it meant business. I grabbed the reel boat still ticking along. It was taking line at a rate to get your heat pumping. A few moments later my mates line got hit but with so much force and as he had had the drag cranked up from the last battle with the kingfish it broke the rod holder and he’s gear was gone we spun the boat around looking for it but it was gone Davey jones locker the new owner of the Penn slammer combo. My reel was still bustling but with all the distractions with the other rod I had left it to late it had reached the end of the line and was starting to pull the nose of the boat under. We were taking on water and had to cut the line. The water drained out one of the benefits of those boats and we motored home in silence having lost my mates rod and spooled mine. We learnt a lot of lessons from that trip one being that your Penn fishing combo you bought to catch your dream fish might just do exactly what it’s meant to but it could also be one time use.
The recent unfair fishing moment was with my 13 year old daughter chasing Spanish Mackerel. Just off the Jumpin Pin bar trolling a hard body lure we hooked up within minutes of starting on the 50Lbs overhead outfit. My daughter has Cerebral Palsy which mainly affects her walking, so she got into the game chair to start the fight. Typical Spanish Mackerel with high speed runs and big head shakes. After nearly twenty minutes and a lot of hard work we have the fish along side. I grab the leader and bang, the hooks let go. My daughter is devastated, she cannot believe what happened after all that time and effort. This loss has scarred her, she has raised the point with me on a number of occasions. She is yet to catch her first Spanish Mackerel.
A late autumn’s afternoon as me and my best mate were done off the local rocks spinning for some late season Kingfish, about 3 hours in we were almost done two 40+ Aussie Salmon but no sign of the elusive kingfish until all of a sudden I sight casted into a small splash I saw on the surface and my lure got smashed. About a 20 minutes fight until I finally got the rat of a kingfish, at least 75+ up to the rocks. As the fish went for one last run I made the most rookie mistake and got a tip wrap but instead of snapping me clean off my rod bent clean in half and snapped like a twig. This is my most unlucky moment and also the reason I need a new rod😢
I had a probably 70-80 cm king fish on close to my pb off a rock wall then had the fish dish in between the rocks near a wobbigong shark which had a strike at it and bit through the line. It swam away without injury.
Hi my fishing moment was right up the top of New zealand at spirits bay on the beach in a storm very deep water, when my partner caught a little fish and as a joke I said to use for a live bate. Anyway he did try and caught the biggest fish ever a 7.9 kg kawai the biggest iv ever seen. There was a kawai comp on that weekend and a pig hunting comp over east cast which we had the pig for and was late so gave the fish to his mum to won that fishing comp which it did... and for got to take pictures of the fish... that fish was a world record😢
I was on the bow of my mates dads commercial fishing boat stray lining slack tide in my favourite harbour trying to catch my personal best trevally when 2 big kingys turned up in the cloud of chopped up pilchards, I was dead silent waiting for a take and not 30 seconds later I hooked up to the biggest of the two, 20 seconds later I had muscled it up to the surface, but due to the fact I was up on the bow it was proving almost impossible to gaf, no more than 10 seconds later it woke up and went on a screaming run straight towards and around the pile ons of the warf, it scraped my 80lb black magic trace to hell and ending up breaking it a few seconds later. My face was identical to a melting ice cream in the hot sun and my heart had sunk into my chest. To make it worse, after I had re-tied my rig I ended up hooking that giant trevally that I was originally fishing for. You may be wondering why this made the day worse, well… it took me for another screaming run straight towards and around the exact same pile-on that I had just lost the kingy on, my brand new 80lb trace was once again shredded beyond recognition and I had suddenly lost the ability to talk or make facial expressions, to this day I still talk and complain about the day I lost an estimated 6kg trevally and an estimated 20kg kingy. My personal best trevally to this day is 4kg and I still haven’t caught a legal kingy despite having hooked more than I can count😔😂(I live in NZ just for context)🤙 #kingycurse ❤❤🙏🙏
“I had just bought a new fishing rod named ‘Queen’ and was very excited to try it out for the first time. I decided to go fishing in the Choice Canal, one of the best fishing spots in the area. The weather was perfect, and I felt like I was going to have a great day of fishing. Upon arriving at the canal, I started preparing my gear and set up the new rod with the best bait. It didn’t take long before I felt a strong pull on the rod. I was confident it was going to be a big fish, and I started reeling it in enthusiastically. However, due to my inexperience and lack of knowledge on how to handle a big catch, things quickly went south. The rod began to experience immense pressure, and instead of handling the situation cautiously, I tried to pull the fish in with even more force. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and found that the rod had snapped in half. It was a deeply disappointing moment as the rod was brand new, and I had only used it for a few minutes. I learned a valuable lesson that day: fishing requires patience and knowledge, and you can’t rely solely on good equipment without having the experience to use it properly.”
The most unfair thing while fishing, was when we were dead set on catching our first metre flathead here on the central coast Australia. After a few days of pannys and donuts we were close to giving up hope. Until that last cast in the third straight day with a nessie tied on, few slow rolls and a hop ended with a monster hit. That was the one, hooked on 12lb so had to give it some room and take it slow, a good 30min fight around some decent structures and I had the fish boat side, what a fish. Easily a metre plus, a head bigger than a grown man’s hand, got my mate to get down there with the net so we could treat her gentle and get some pics before returning her back home to swim another day. A rookie on the net he’s gone to net it tail first! Spooked her straight away and she’s tried another run on me, but of a circle and she’s back for him to have another go, in abit of a panic he’s tried to scoop her up again, but this time he’s gone in sideways, the net got half the fish before she’s spooked and kicked again, and bang. She spat the hooks and took off. I didn’t talk to him for awhile after that. I still think of that fish, haven’t come close to one that size since. 😢
My most unfair fishing moment was when after years of trying, I finally hooked a barrel tuna off Portland Victoria on my Penn 70 Intentional outfit. I actually saw it take the short corner skirt about 10 metres behind the boat. It looked bloody big as its head and back came up out of the water to inhale the lure… probably the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed while fishing! We fought it for about 20-30 minutes when it took a big arching run near the surface and the line went a tiny bit slack and we dropped it when the hooks fell out. 😭 Later that day I went through all my game lures, and checked and sharpened all the hooks. 😢😂
My most unfair fishing moment played out one morning off the local headland. The morning sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and with a promising bite window I cast my lure into the shimmering waves. Sure enough, not long after, I had a hit that nearly yanked the rod out of my hands. My heart raced faster than my reel as I battled what felt like the Loch Ness monster reincarnated as a Kingfish. My friends gathered around, phones out, ready to document the epic battle. But fate has a cruel sense of humour. Just as I glimpsed the gleam of victory, the fish made a daring dive under the nearby ledge, taking my line and lure with it. All I could do was stare at the empty end of my line and shrug at my friends' disappointed faces. Lesson learned: even the best-laid plans can be foiled by a crafty fish and a touch of bad luck. But hey, it made for a heck of a story over beers later that day!
My wife and I went deep sea fishing on our honeymoon in fiji. While out on the water we saw a massive bust-up in the distance. Winding up and heading over the anticipation was tremendous. Trolling around the bust-up area a real started to scream!!! We hooked up and off we went for the fight of a liftime, having to take turns heaving and winding in the tropical humidity we became weary quickly. An hour and fifteen minutes pass and we are gaining tremendous ground. With the imagination going wild of what it could be, all of a sudden the rod bent right over to the edge of the boat then snap!!! The steal trace was severed through. The devastation of losing the fish if a lifetime had an impact for the rest of the honeymoon thats for sure.
Alright so long story short, I was doing some land-based fishing down in Tasmania at a place called Charlottes Cove. I got absolutely skunked all day, but finally after about 5 hours of straight fishing (losing many lures in the process), I hooked up to a beefy atlantic salmon that escaped the nearby aquaculture pens. The beast was probably only 5 meters from the rock i was fishing on. AND SUDDENLY A BLOODY SEAL POPS ITS HEAD OUT OF THE WATER AND PROCEEDS TO SWIM INTO MY LINE, TAKE THE FISH AND OFF IT GOES IN ONE SWOOP. probably still has my lure as a piecing to this day.
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was fishing The Great Barrier Reef off Cairns. I hooked a Red Emperor that was between 65-70cm. I got it to the side of the boat when out of nowhere, a huge Tiger Shark ate it. It would've been my 1st legal Red Emperor.
Myself and couple family members fishing off eaglehawk Neck , trolling for the big tuna. One was spewing overboard the other up the front trying to sleep (pale white).I turn around to put my jumper away and BANG the Penn reel is Screaming within seconds 300+ meters of line gone, favourite Penn leader & best lure i ever owned is all gone 😢never caught anything for the rest of the trip. The one that got away
My unfair fishing moment was Christmas 2022 when i went rainbow trout fishing with my grandpa for the first time in a remote creek. I walked up the creek about 200m and found a deep pond filled with snags and sticks first cast hooked a big two pound male rainbow. I tightened the drag a lot but little did I realise that I was only using eight pound leader I got the fish to were I was standing but I had no way of landing it. The fish went for one last run and shake of the head and snap line to the hook snapped clean off due to my tight drag. I later ran back to camp when I told my grandpa what had just happened and he didn’t believe me. Later on in The day I took my grandpa there and he caught one bigger than I had hooked and then he belived me.
It was early on a Saturday morning, and I had set my alarm for before dawn. I couldn't sleep much the night before, thinking about the fishing trip. I packed my gear, grabbed some snacks, and headed out to the lake. The air was cool, and everything was covered in dew, making the world seem fresh and new. When I got to the lake, the water was perfectly still. After about half an hour there were splashes all over. I knew that it was feeding time. I picked a silver spinner, thinking it looked cool and might attract something big. I cast my line and settled into my chair hoping for something big. Splash after splash I was losing hope. The first hour passed slowly, and I started to get bored. Just when I was about to give up, I felt a sudden, strong tug on the line. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I tightened my grip on the rod, and set the hook. I knew had gotten the “big one” on. The line began pulling out faster than ever before and I could feel the power of the fish fighting against me. I was reeling in, trying not to panic and lose it. The fish was pulling hard, diving deep, and making the reel scream. Minutes dragged on like hours. My arms were getting tired, and I was exhausted but I didn't care. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I pictured myself showing off the massive fish to my friends, taking a million pictures to show of for Instagram, and basking in the glory of my epic catch. Finally, I managed to gain some ground. The fish was getting tired but so was I. Eventually I caught a glimpse of it just below the surface and it was enormous, easily the biggest fish I'd ever seen. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I was so nervous! I carefully guided it toward the dock, reaching for the net with one hand. Just as I was about to scoop it up, the fish made a sudden, desperate leap. My pole slipped from my grasp. I naturally jumped in the water to grab the pole to keep it from getting away. As I grabbed the pole I felt the line snap and I watched in horror as the fish vanished back into the depths. I was stunned, with the broken line dangling from my rod. I swam back to my chair and slumped down, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. The big one had gotten away, but it was an experience I knew I’d never forget.
The most unfair thing about my fishing is that I didn't discover the passion for it till my forties, meaning there's been way more than just one that got away!
1am I couldn’t sleep, I kissed the mrs and the kids while they slept and I packed the rods and snuck off into the night. Arrived at 2am set the first Rod up in a holder wedged in the rocks while a started rigging up the second one. I had just got the mainline through the last eyelet of my second rod when I hear my old 760 slammer SCREAM!! From behind me in my flurry I dropped my second rod on the ground and sprinted toward the buckled rod with line peeling out of it. I gave the drag a twist, yanked the rod out and set the hook as if I was lifting the earth below me. I climbed up the rocks and the fight was on! Gaining back a decent amount of line I felt it was time to descend the rock wall with rod in one hand and gaff in the other. Each step down each rock my dream fish decided it wanted to see what I had in the tank and would go for another big run. After a good bit of excitement and almost what felt like an eternity I was at the bottom rock and my fish was close also. I stabilised myself and got ready to lift the fish closer when it decided to give its last ditch effort to get away and thrashed around one last time to release its self from my 2 7/0 snelled hooks I felt the slack in the line and I felt the slack in my heart. And to me that’s why the sport we chose is “The most unfair sport”
my most unfair fishing experience was when i was on my kayak around 11:30 on a saturday morning and the bite was very slow but i casted up under a dock on my kayak with the smallest reel i had with me and a monster snook (40+ inches) absolutely smoked my swimbait, i set the hook and i was tight on what should have been a new pb that would have shattered my old one but unfortunately he got himself wrapped up in the dock but the wind was kicking about 12 knots and the tide was rushing out of the river (can’t forget the relentless amount of wake from boats passing by), so while i was fighting him i was also trying to untangle my line from the dock and trying to paddle at the same time and after about 5 or so minutes i finally get my line untangled and i get the fish out of the dock to where i can see him clearly but then boom, he broke me off and that fish was never to be seen again
What a awesome trailer! Can't wait for the series. Too many unfair moments when fishing but my most memorable moment would be when I first started out chasing Yellowbelly on lure. After a few month chasing Yellas I finally hooked one and got it to my feet, when I bent down to pick it up it unhooked itself and swam away 🤦♂️ lucky I successfully landed one only a week after that 😅
Fishing is the most unfair sport because sometimes it doesn’t matter how much effort and prep work you put in it just flips you the bird. Just like when I’ve been grinding hard for over 10 years to catch my elusive goal of a 1 meter Barra. Last year I got extremely close when I thought I’d put all of the dots together. I had the moon fazes, tides and water clarity all lined up but no one to come with me. I decided to go anyway by myself and see how I went. I found the fish again and as luck would have it I hooked what I believe wasn’t just my PB fish but probably a 110 to 120 monster. It put on an epic fight and plenty of spectacular jumps. I finally get it beside the boat and realized I hadn’t got my landing net ready. While trying to get the net ready while being overly pumped with adrenaline I felt the leader get cut by the gill rakers. In disbelief I watched the fish giant slowly kick away across the surface. It seemed to be flipping the bird as it went then disappeared
One of the most profoundly unfair moments I've experienced while fishing was when I finally hooked a sizable fish and was on the verge of landing it. The battle between me and the fish had reached a thrilling climax, with both of us nearing exhaustion, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a boat appeared. Before I could react, they cut the line, abruptly ending my hard-earned struggle. It was a disheartening reminder of how quickly circumstances beyond our control can change the course of our efforts, leaving me with a mix of frustration and resignation as I watched the fish slip away.
I have been chasing barramundi in some of the most remote places in qld and catch more Barra in a year than most fishos catch in a lifetime, and yet I have never landed that elusive metery. I have taken people out and even managed to get a few newbies their first metery’s and yet I can’t crack that elusive fish. It’s like a private club I am destined to never join. A few years back I was flicking a soft plastic in crystal clear remote Gulf river and just slow winding back to the boat when I seen this big girl engulf my plastic right at the rod tip. The bucket opened , the plastic disappeared, and after a moment of hesitation the big girl disappeared upstream pulling a heap of string. After a couple of long runs I dared to dream that this might just be my day. The runs had slowed and she was clear of any snags. I instructed my pop to get the net ready as this one was ready for the camera, well she must have heard me because at that moment she completely burst from the water and thrashed about in her last great attempt at freedom. I still remember that moment so vividly. The beautiful giant barramundi completely clear of the water like she was trying to take flight whilst my white plastic grub went hurtling through the air. I have lost numerous metery’s. I am now 38 years old, am I destined to become a 40 year old metery virgin?
A few years back ,I caught a massive brim,only to be eating by a freaking king fish while almost got it up .while screaming and cursing,what ever was left on the brim,slipped away from my hand.
My most unfair fishing moment is also my favourite moment. Having to untangle fishing line for my children might be agonising and time consuming, but, watching them enjoying being on the tinny makes up for it without a doubt.
My dad use PENN fishing gear all his life and his favourite reel is the PENN spin fisher we caught a lot of Barra with it also caught golden snapper with it we caught a lot of fish over the years.
Accidentally hooked a 2m+ sailfish on a penn 850 reel. A few weeks ago I was fishing with my dad in his boat chasing reds in 50m of water. While chasing the Reds we had the penn rod with a pilchard on gang hooks floating behind the boat. While talking to dad the rod bent right down and back up a couple of times. With absolute confusion I lifted the rod up and then it screamed then the sailfish jumped and jumped and jumped. Unfortunately after 5-6mins of fighting it the 30 pound braid broke. Definitely weren't setup for a sailfish and a fish of that size. In our video it looked big compared to dad's 6m boat
My most unfair fishing moment occurred when I was 6. Dad took me down to the local wharf with my brand new Ryobi rod and reel 40 years ago. Dad and that wharf are no longer around, but the memories linger. Dad had tied me up a little rig that he baited up with squid. It didn't take me long until I hooked a good size mackerel, and that was my first ever fish and my most unfair fishing moment. Unfair because it hooked me instantly to this greatest of past times. Unfair because it has stolen so much time and money from me over the last 40 years, and likely for the next 40. Unfair because my wife can't fully understand my passion and it creates tension between us. I'm sure the sport has ruined many a relationship and bank balance!
Every angler has faced this scenario: you’re out on the water, scanning for signs of life. Suddenly, you spot it-a huge fish, lazily swimming in a crystal-clear pool. Your heart races, your hands itch to cast, but then you see the sign: “No Fishing.” It’s a place where the fish seem to flaunt their size and freedom, as if they know they’re safe. You watch, mesmerized, as the fish drifts in and out of the shadows, tantalizingly close yet completely out of reach. You imagine the fight it would put up, the satisfaction of landing such a prize. But all you can do is watch. Days, months, even years go by, and you find yourself returning to that spot, hoping the rules might change or that the fish will wander into permissible waters. It becomes a symbol of the one that got away, but also a beacon of hope. Because fishing is as much about the anticipation as it is about the catch. One day, you tell yourself. One day, you’ll cross paths with that fish again. And when you do, you’ll be ready. For now, the chase continues, fueled by the memory of the one you couldn’t catch but still dream about.
Was about 7 - 8 (when I used to live in Scotland) was on a small dam fishing off the dam wall while being eaten alive by midges caught what must have been a 1-2kg brown trout set my rod down to catch after landing it , it flipped off the hook and back into the dam...
Was fishing at first light and hooked a massive kingfish. Fought it for what felt like an eternity, but just as we were about to land it, it gave it last kick and went under and snapped our line then swam off. The one that got away still haunts us
I was 5 years old when dad took me fishing for the first time and I was fishing with a Kmart fishing rod at the time and we were pulling in some decent fish and I had this massive carp on and I wasn’t watching and lost the fishing rod in the water and never got it back I was very sad
MY most unfair fishing moment was last year when I had spent two days fishing in a tournament and there had only been two small marlin caught so far. Got into a work up of baitfish and birds and then the out rigger popped. I had hooked up to a marlin. About an hour later we had it at the boat and it was a really nice fish that looked bigger than the ones caught so far. We grabbed the leader and as soon as that happened the hook pulled and we lost the fish. It would have been my first marlin as well. About 5 hours later we were getting ready to pull in the gear when, out of nowhere, the reel starts screaming again. We have another marlin jumping out the back of the boat. This time we get the fish to the boat in about 20 minutes to try and t and r but just as the leader is coming out of the water it throws the hook. Goodbye marlin, goodbye competition win.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a sense of tranquillity settled over the land. Down on a picturesque section of coastline, the beach roared with life as massive waves pounded against the shore. Yet the deep gutter ahead called me with its irresistible appeal. Everything looked perfect, all I needed was a bite. But after multiple nights in a row of targeting mulloway with no success, I began to doubt it's potential. It had been over an hour, with no sign of activity. The comforting warmth of the day was long gone, replaced by the chill of cold air. Despite the constant booming of the swell, it was eerily quiet below the water's surface. But suddenly a faint but unmistakable tug on my line signalled the curiosity of a passing fish. It must've been small. Yet in an instant, the fish surged forward, engulfing the bait. With a swift jerk of the rod, I set the hook, and the fish was on. After multiple powerful head-shakes that threatened to dislodge the hook, it began to take line. A typical mulloway goes on a blistering and powerful run, leaving you in an awe-inspiring loss of words. But this fish moved with grace, its powerful tail propelling it through the water. Unfazed by the multiple kilos of drag my reel was applying and the pressure of the hooks embedded into its mouth, it cruised Southward. This was truly unusual, something I had never experienced before. After 10 minutes, the fish had dragged me over 150m down the beach, before it finally showed signs of weariness. With a chance to regain some line, I meticulously lifted the rod, aiming to turn the fishes head, and pull it back towards me. But it did not budge. It was at this point that I realised what I had gotten myself into. Gripping the rod with both of my hands, as my arms trembled with fatigue, I exerted every ounce of energy I had and managed to turn it, slowly reclaiming line. Whatever I had hooked, it was truly in a league of its own, and quite honestly, I couldn't believe it. As doubts crept in, I entertained the notion that it wasn't the target species after all, with a list of potential suspects arising in my mind. But at this point, I had no idea. I continued to steadily reel the fish in, until it now lingered, just 15 metres from the shore. Hopeful that the battle was coming to an end, I flicked on my head torch, only to discover this fish had other ideas. It began peeling line from my reel once more, shattering any hope I had of identifying my adversary. Clearly the fight was far from over, this fish had no intentions of surrendering easily, whatever it was. By the time it tired once more, I found myself dragged another 70 metres down the beach by this fishes incomprehensible power. Again, I had to relive the struggle of trying to turn its head. But as sweat dripped down my forehead, I gritted my teeth, in a determined effort to gain ground. After a few minutes of closing the gap, I had finally brought it into the crashing waves of the shore! In reaction to a large set of swell surging towards me, I ran up the beach in a desperate attempt to keep the line taut, and ensure the fish remained firmly hooked. In that moment, with my head torch casting its beam across the water's surface, I saw it. A magnificent silvery fish, with it's scales shimmering from my light. Along its lateral line, a series of diamond shaped spots sparkled like gems. This truly was the holy grail of beach fishing. But the swell was massive, and I knew this wouldn't be an easy task. As the wave receded, so did my elusive fish. By this point, the nerves had gotten to me. My arms trembled, my legs had turned to jelly, and the rapid pounding of my heart echoed in my ears. With the next set of incoming swell, I sprinted up the beach once more, clinging to the hope that I would land this mulloway. But I had no such luck. It was only 5 metres away, tantalisingly close, yet agonisingly out of reach. However, as the wave withdrew again, the fish made a final, desperate bid for freedom, violently shaking its head. In an instant, my line lost tension. Disbelief flooded through me as my heart sank, the fish was gone. In that moment, the reality of what had just happened hit me like a tonne of bricks. 15 more seconds and I would have landed that fish. If one more set had rolled through, it would have washed up right at my feet. The genuine fish of a lifetime. It was right there, within my grasp, but just like that it was gone. In the years passed I have caught plenty of mulloway over 120cm, impressive fish by anyone's standards. But this thing absolutely dwarfed any other I have ever laid my eyes on. How big it truly was, I will never know. But that gut wrenching feeling when that hook pulled is something that will stay with me till my bones turn to dust. Occasionally, I find myself revisiting that night; replaying the intense struggle in my head, overanalysing every moment, and asking myself: what could I have done differently? But I have accepted the fact that when you hook a fish of that calibre, you have no control over its movements. If I had attempted to force that fish onto the beach, I am certain my line would have snapped. I was so excruciatingly close to landing that dream fish, a true unicorn as far as its size was concerned. But that’s fishing. I don't know whether i'll ever encounter another fish of that size, but the hope that one day I might brings me coming back for more.
The ‘Most Unfair Sport’ is also the most rewarding. Taking the time to learn and understand your target species before putting everything into action, only to have a knot failure or reel drag seize due to lack of maintenance. It’s the little things that make the difference and also make it ohh so sweet when you finally succeed and you wouldn’t change all those ‘Unfair Moments’ for the world 👍👍👍
It was a crisp autumn morning, the kind where the fog hangs low over the water, shrouding the lake in an ethereal mist. The air was cool and damp, heavy with the scent of pine and decaying leaves. As dawn broke, I had already been on the water for hours, the silence only punctuated by the occasional splash of fish breaking the surface or the distant call of a loon. I had chosen my spot carefully, near a cluster of fallen trees where the water was deep and still. With a flick of my wrist, I cast my line into the heart of the lake, watching it arc gracefully before disappearing beneath the surface. Moments passed in a tranquil lull, my mind drifting as I waited. Suddenly, a sharp tug jolted me from my reverie. My rod bent almost double, and my heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This was no ordinary fish. The pull was powerful and unyielding, a true test of my skill and patience. I tightened my grip and began the arduous task of reeling it in, each turn of the handle met with fierce resistance. The struggle was intense. The fish fought with a ferocity I had never encountered before, darting and diving, testing my every move. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I worked to gain control, my muscles straining against the rod's pull. I caught glimpses of it in the murky depths, a massive silhouette that sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. After what felt like an eternity, I finally brought it close to the surface. My breath caught in my throat as I saw it clearly for the first time-a behemoth of a fish, its scales shimmering like polished armor in the pale morning light. It was a creature of myth, a prize worthy of legends. With trembling hands, I reached for the net, every movement slow and deliberate. I inched it closer, my heart pounding in my ears. Just as the net touched the water, the fish made one final, desperate leap. In a split second, the line snapped with a sharp crack, echoing across the still lake. I watched in stunned silence as the fish disappeared into the depths, leaving only a swirl of bubbles and a hollow ache in my chest. It was gone. The one that got away. As the mist lifted and the first rays of sunlight pierced the gloom, I sat back in my boat, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. The unfairness of it all only made the moment more poignant. It wasn't just a fish I had lost; it was a story, a legend, a testament to the wild unpredictability of nature. And in that loss, I found a strange sort of victory-a reminder of why I fished in the first place.
I was fishing in the local river chasing sea run trout and I was using two rods. Soft plastics on one and bait on the other. I was flicking plastics and had a touch but missed, then I went to check the bait rod and it had disappeared 🤦🏼♂️. I had no idea what happened. Besides being annoyed I went about flicking the plastic about, about 3 casts later I thought it was a snag but it kept coming in. Yep you guessed it, it was the line of my bait rod. I managed to retrieve the rod and when I was able to wind it in in the end was about a 5lb sea runner. You beauty, as I was guiding it in to the shore, the fish kicked and rolled and it managed to break the line and got away.
I once had a seal steal my Southern blue fin tuna on the retrieve. To make things worse we had trolled all day to catch it atleast 5 hours. The seal also snapped my new penn ocean assasin rod in half on its first day on the water. Also a long time ago now the biggest calimari I've ever caught. It was roughly a 50cm hood on it, an absolute beast of a calimari, I doubt they get much bigger than this. I reeled it right next to the pier and I trusted my friend to net it for me. He went in for it from the front not the back and knocked it right off my jig with the net and he swam off to fight another day.
Off the coast of the Pilbara, I was on just my second day with a new reel. First few fresh casts into the blue putting a grin on my face but then, what I believe was a massive mackerel smashed the popper ripping the rod from my hands😂 what a day
THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT! I was fishing up in coral bay all day chasing mackrel and I finally hooked a monster. Right as I was about to get him in, he jumped off the hook and swam away I was devastated!
I was hooked up to a monster kingfish off the rocks in South Africa, ended up fighting it for about 20 mins until I noticed the line direction changed towards me. There it was my worst nightmare had come true! The Kingfish was heading my way straight into the rocks below my feet, the line took a rough rub against the rocks and then it happened (THE LINE BROKE). After loosing this Kingfish along with my best fishing lure I was in tears. At the time I knew it was going to be my PB fish but however the future had different plans, and to this day living in New Zealand I have never caught a Kingfish in my life. It was the worst fishing session that day!
I'd say one specific occasion stands above the rest when my luck fell short taking on some beach fishing. I love fishing in all forms but will say that beach fishing is a style I have not really committed to before. After waiting 15 minutes or so with a pilchard thrown out there on gangs, all of a sudden we were on! The unfortunate situation here was however, every time I would wind the spool back down the shaft, it would hit a spot and grab immediately with quite a bit of force to get it going again. Another full wind and it would happen again. After a 5-10 minute fight, I unfortunately lost the fish as the reel continued to grab and I managed to pull hooks.
'The Most Unfair Sport' was out fishing in Moreton Bay, next minute my drag started going flat chat, rod bent over, I was on to something big. Then out of the water this big fish came flying out, not once but twice and then sadly my line broke and I was devastated, pretty sure it was a mackerel. From that day on I always use a wire trace.
Went fishing with my son, when he was young. I asked him to get ready with the reef anchor while I positioned the boat. I signalled to drop it in. He did , but the anchor wasn't connected to the rope. I hadn't connected it up after taking the sand anchor off earlier. I did ask him to drop it in. 😀 Fishing on the drift was good 👍
It was a cold still morning upon the kayak. Conditions were perfect but the fishing was slow. After a few hours and two redbulls my bladder was full but my chilly bin still empty. I decided to risk it all and try pee over the edge of my kayak (I’m a women). I stood up, wobbling ever so slightly, and managed to pull my pants down. At that very moment I got a bite. I should’ve let it go but no, I grabbed for my rod. As you can imagine I went ass first into the water. With my pants around my knees, life jacket keeping me afloat, I held onto my rod, but that one got away
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Was a young lad about 8 or 9 at the boat show with dad. He got a pair of really expensive polarised sunglasses and got a deal to get me a pair. He got the neck strap and asked if I wanted one and I said no because I didn’t think it was very cool.
Cut to our first trip out on the boat outside the Sydney heads. Time to break out the new polarised glasses! First time! I’m using a hand-line and look down the side of the boat to release it. As soon as I look down the glasses slide off my face and straight into the ocean. I reached for the net but it was too late… they were gone. I never told him until years later.
The thing is. It’s around 26 years later and he still has his pair from that day! Long story short I ALWAYS use a neck strap now 😂
Short but sweet, In the Mersey river on the north coast of Tasmania I spent about 2 hours trekking it through the bush to a “Trout zone” the local BCF guy told me held big browns. I spent 2 hours walking down this muddy trail without casting a line as I still hadn’t reached the water, by the time I got there I started casting around this beautiful little stream with a little paddle tail that I had pre-tied onto my rod.
Before long however, I got snagged on a submerged log and had to snap off the lure, when I went into my bag I realised I had forgot essentially every single jighead I had as I left the tackle box at the house I was staying at.
Frustrated and tired I found a little Tassie devil spinner in the bottom of my bag, and with no other option I tied it on and began casting.
Only about 3-4 casts later I see a monster brown trout come out from under a log and smack the Tassie devil, i was in awe of the size and colours, it has everything you’d want in a big trout including the gnarly head that the big ones typically have. After fighting it for about 2 minutes I begin to bring it in towards the net when it makes a final jump and spits the hook right at my feet.
“NOOOO” I shouted, I had just lost the fish I had walked all this way for, and probably the fish of a lifetime. To only make things worse I preceded to get snagged on another log and lose the Tassie devil, with no lures left I begrudgingly made the 2 hour walk back to the car park, defeated.
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 14 or 15.
My dad and I were fishing on the Gold Coast inshore reefs. I was using my favourite rod and reel combo, a Penn power stick 320 GTI with a Penn 330 GTI reel loaded with 25-30 lb mono (I still have them).
We were fishing for snapper and had caught a few. Our normal fishing rig was the normal two hook paternoster rig. I remember having watch a fishing show where they used a ball sinker straight down onto the hook and let it drift out the back, so I tried that. After catching a decent snapper and put another bait out, but this time I lobbed it up current a bit to try to get the bait deeper. After letting more line out then before, I put the rod down and grabbed a drink and then the rod buckled over.
I fought the fish for what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably really about 5 minutes, a nice big silver fish popped up behind the boat in the current.
I’d hooked my first ever jewfish, and it was over a meter long! Dad was handling the landing net and was telling me to wind the line up slowly. It got to within about half a meter of the landing net, shook its head and the hook fell out! We couldn’t believe it! It drifted back a little, then we saw the tail kick on the surface and it went back down.
Later that day, we went and bought a landing net with a longer handle! 😂
My most unfair fishing moment was, i just spooled up my brand new slammer dx 8500 with 50lb slammer braid, went down to the local and got some live herring, made the 1km walk to the end of the breakwall in the pitch black with my little brother, i chucked out my first live bait and boom a huge sparking run easily stopped by the slammer dx, the fish surfaced and it was my first ever mulloway.
The fish was around the 1 metre mark and i was ecstatic, all i had to do was manouvere it around a rock pretruding from the wall and it would have been scooped up, instead a wave came and surged rhe fish into the breakwall, i fought for 10 mins to hold it up while we tried to leader the fish, i tried to go around the back of my brother for a different angle, slipped on the rocks and dinged and scratched my brand new reel on its first trip.
In the end i had to snap the 60lb leader which held on for over 30 minutes while i tried to get the fish out, i went home completely defeated and i had to polish up my spool on the reel with my wifes nail buffer because it was all dinged up. Still havent caught another since.
No way, that’s brutal
My most unfair fishing moment is every single moment. When I spend hours preparing rigs, as a kid, to only having a 4 hr sesh once a month. I put in all that effort to sometimes go out with bait untouched or bitten off by tailor.
One day I left my rod sitting cause we weren’t catching. 5 seconds later, I lost the slack and next thing I know, my Penn pursuit 4000 is running across the river. The one that gets away is always the best one. And that’s why fishing is so unfair. I’m stuck with not much gear left and any rod or reel will
unlucky bro
A person with a good heart can find fish wherever he goes in a land full of natural beauty and greenery, especially pen fishing tackles if he is using it
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@@infoxarjunyt7183 well said
I wouldn’t normally comment these things but hope this changes the attitude of the some locals as there’s definitely unfair behaviour and rudeness when non locals make a trip to well known ledges
I spent my childhood and teen years dreaming of a billfish. This year, I gave it my first proper crack on a family trip to North WA. Of the week we were there, we had 3 days with decent weather to go wide. Didn't even raise one on the first 2 days. Day 3, swell is up to 3m but the wind looks alright so we crazily sent it through the passage and went out deep. After a few hours, I finally raised my first black marlin. The first I'd ever seen with my own eyes. It hit the skirt and lit up. I instantly stopped the boat not knowing better and started trying to hook it. It spat the hooks and hit my other lure, but with the boat stationary it spat those hooks too. Didn't see another one - gutted. Until next year eh...
@@tomwalkerproperty what’s the next fish Tom it never stops pb ect well done
I took my mate fishing on the Clyde River in NSW. We hadn't caught much all weekend, nothing to brag about anyway... Until Sunday morning, we're drifting pass the caravan park in Nelligen, pillies bouncing through the weed, when 'zzzzzz' line starts peeling off my mates reel.
The tinny was getting dragged around as he continued to fight the monster below on 6lb mono. As he started to retrieve some line i went scrambling for the net, only to realise i left my net at home and only had a kayak net.
After an epic battle he got the fish to the surface. A massive flathead, easily 1m+. I grabbed the lip grips and managed to get them on big girls lip. I dragged her to the net but her head was too wide to fit inside.
After being spooked she gave a big head shake, the lip grips came off, the hook came out and she swam away. My mate let out a deafening scream as the onlookers from the park witnessed the battle end.
She was always going to be returned to the water, a photo would've been amazing though.
It's unfair on him i didn't get organised and have my net that day. 4 years later he hasn't been fishing as he can't handle the thought of that happening again. Maybe he is the one that got away?
Fishing from the rocks at the south coast of Merimbula, I hooked a rare yellowtail kingfish at dawn. I had been trying to catch one for a couple of months. The battle was intense; my heart raced as the fish nearly pulled me into the ocean. After what felt like hours, I finally saw its shimmering scales. Just as victory was within reach, it made one last powerful leap, snapping the line and vanishing into the depths. Ever since, I've been chasing that elusive catch, my most unfair fishing moment.
My Unfair fishing moment happened a couple of months ago. Me and my dad are both quite new to fishing especially fishing on a boat since we’ve only had our first boat for a short period. In port Phillip bay snapper season is a big deal and many anglers tend to have no issue finding them. However for me and my dad it couldn’t be further from that. We’ve been out countless times and not been able to find snapper. One day we were sounding around when our sounder lit up with large arches stacking up on the bottom meaning it could only be snapper! The sounder showed some great quality fish and they were in numbers. It was a calm day and we anchored up perfectly and began fishing, getting some big bites. Unfortunately all of a sudden the weather drastically turned from 5knkts of wind to like 25knts swaying us away from the fish making it unfishable. This happened within like 2 minutes of setting anchor. It poured down with rain and my dad and I were left empty handed and haven’t found them since. It was Super unlucky and incredibly unfortunate.
Was young around 8, in the Transkei in South Africa, a rainy mis day, ‘let’s go fishing’ my uncle says. I join exited. Halfway to the spot he forgets his fishing bag, I sit in the rain cold until he comes back. We get there he casts for me ,big bait on.
I start pulling my line in thinking I’m on a rock since I was young, until I realise a reflection. A massive kob/mulloway. I shout to my uncle. He gets close and pulls the line 😢noo never do that. The fish pops of the hook and I never got the kob.
I remember this every time I pull a fish in.
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Penn reels all the way.
Absolutely killing it guys cant wait to watch this
Nice work Penn ANZ Team! I love my Authority and Fathom II reels!
One of my most unfair fishing moments while barramundi fishing happened during a trip in northern Australia. I felt a strong bite and quickly set the hook. The fish fought hard, making powerful runs and jumps. Just as I was about to bring it in, it surged toward some nearby mangroves and snagged my line. In a split second, it broke free, leaving me empty-handed. Watching that barramundi swim away felt like a real heartbreaker!
As a South African than recently moved to Australia, it is amazing to see how much awesome land based fishing spots Australia has. I would love to explore these remote fishing spots!
My most unfair fishing moment actually turned out to be pretty good! As a uni student I had spent countless hours chasing the +1m Mulloway on the breakwalls and rivers of the far north (NSW) coast but with only soapies to show for it. I had organised to meet a mate for a night fish but with near monsoonal rainfall, he was a no show and i found myself solo and extremely wet. I managed to jig up only one Herring and with trepidation I cast him out into the blackness. One hour later my 850ssm drag started to click, but instead of a screaming run, I felt only a large weight and very few headshakes and was pretty sure i had hooked onto a nice bit of floating debris or a shopping trolley. To my surprise and after some cranking, a 1.3m Jewie appeared out of the deep. With no gaff or net i hauled the fish out by the gills and cut my hands to ribbons. I had fouled hooked someone else's tangled rig who had been busted off by the 23kg monster and the Jewie must have just been swimming past and been tangled on my line. Whilst i never got to experience the blistering first run of a land based Jewie, wet, cold and bleeding i still went home with the prize and a story to tell and pride (sort of) intact!
On a fishing trip overseas with plans of multiple fish of a lifetime, it was day 5 of non-stop casting with minimal action from a few species other than the target. One of the targeted species, a dogtooth tuna, came up behind my lure and followed it all the way to the boat, only to go down under the hull and down the reef edge towards the depths.
Moments later, my brother hooked up on a less than appropriate light soft plastic outfit (including a 3500 Spinfisher) to none other than (presumably) the fish that eluded me. After a snapped rod on 20lb and much time passed, my brother landed what became for him a fish of a lifetime, and for myself the one that got away (well almost).
A couple of years ago I was fishing off the rocks on the Central Coast, NSW. This particular spot never really produced anything big but I still brought my Penn Prevail II and Clash outfit just in case. After casting metal slugs for hours since the crack of dawn I had no bites and the tide had been running out to the point that the waves were only just crashing the height of the rock face. I keep casting and I finally get a hit - and it runs and lunges. The fight doesn't go for too long and I can see it's a huge salmon, it would have been my PB. With no net, I try and time the waves so I can swing it onto the rock platform. After a few failed attempts, I have one more go and I pull the hooks. I sat down for a bit before spending the next few hours casting but not a single touch after that.
coming from instagram, the most unfair sport. i once had a livie on my penn spinfisher combo out front on our wharf. I was just sitting around waiting for it to buzz, hours went by, not even a hit. But when i was reeling my other big rod in (sadly not penn) i heard the beautiful sound of my penn spin fisher drag screaming. I ran over picked it up and set the hook, still running. i thought to myself, we’re on. but, not even after 15 seconds, i feel my line running, and SNAP! I screamed louder then i have ever screamed. I still believe that was my meter jewy i was chasing…
Can’t wait for this full film, something that I do lots as fisherman myself nothing beats catching fish of the land
Great show
I use the SpinFisher VI 4500 and love it! It gives me a huge advantage when fighting some huge battles! Love it! I've made a few videos on my channels using it. Killer reel! Keep up the great work guys. You are defo doing something right! It's working. Let's go fishing :)
In my most unfair moment, no fish escaped, but I was fighting for more than half an hour against a "river stingray" here in Paranacito, Argentina, and after a continuous fight where the stingray detached itself from the bottom of the river and could pick up a few meters, and bury itself again and so on for almost an hour. When it is finally a few meters away from me, I see some leaves and branches peeking out, so my happiness plummeted! A giant tree taken from the river!! hahaha, and he had the same attitudes and behaviors of a stripe so my son and I were very attentive and excited, but it was a tragic moment and at the same time now we laugh at a nice memory and anecdote! greetings from Argentina!.
When I was 10 years old, my family had just moved into a new house, and I hadn't made any friends yet. One day, while exploring the park, I noticed some kids swimming in a nearby creek. Curious, I ventured down to the creek and discovered it littered with fishing line and tackle among the rocks. Determined, I ran back home, grabbed a piece of bamboo from the garden and some moldy bread from the bin, and rushed back to the creek.
There, I untangled some fishing line from the bushes to and salvaged a few hooks. To my sheer delight, this makeshift setup led to me catching a 42cm bream. Overjoyed, I sprinted home with the live fish in tow. When my mother asked where the hell I had gotten it from.
Now, twenty-four years later, I have children of my own who share my passion for fishing. Each time I’m out fishing, I find myself reliving the excitement and wonder of that unforgettable day when I was just a 10-year-old boy.
I've had many unfair moments throughout my many fishing experiences, I've lost lots of fish that could've been my biggest, leaving me feeling like a lost a part of myself. It's funny how losing a fish which you haven't even seen can leave you feeling with that horrible feeling. Anyway my most of my unfair fishing moments are either a chain of events, leading to the loss of a fish or a sudden event. My most unfair moment was a chain of events, the first event was a day before my most unfair moment. This event was losing my net, dropping it in the water, a stupid face palm moment. The next day people were catching massive kahawai, bigger than I've ever seen around 60-70cm. (My Biggest at this point was, and still is 54cm) some people were catching them by using chicken for bait at the surface, waiting for a kahawai to come by and then yanking them into their chili bins. I decided to chuck some pillchard out on a surf caster. After a while i got some big bites. I got the feeling that i get whenever i hook up to a decent fish, my stomach drops and a fire burns in my chest, i can't really explain this feeling but i hope you can relate. At this point everyone was watching me, not what i like to happen. The fish revealed itself as it jumped out of the water a few times. It was a kahawai, as big as the other ones caught earlier that day. When i brought the fish towards the edge of the Wharf, exhilarated after the fight it put up, i began to lift it up and onto the Wharf when i started losing hope. Throughout the process of reeling in the kahawai, my line had managed to twist itself over the tip of the rod, making it impossible to reel in anymore. The kahawai was now around half a metre above the Wharf and half a metre out. Unable to reel i started walking backwards but there wasn't enough room for me to get the kahawai over the Wharf. I was holding the full weight of the big Kahawai and my muscles were starting to feel it. By now i was panicking, i was in the moment focused on landing this fish. My friend started to reach for the kahawai being just out of his reach, he grabbed onto the bait table and tried to lean out to grab it. At this moment the kahawai manged to get the hook out of its mouth and drop back into the water.i reckon the hook slipped loose after it jumped out of the water a few times. The kahawai left me feeling disappointed and i began to think about everything i could've done to secure that fish. But if course it's almost impossible to think rationally when you have a fish on as you are locked in the moment, with your body rushed full of adrenaline. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. There is nothing you can do but think about what you could've done after losing a great fish, you tell yourself you did all you could but the feeling of regret will never leave.
My most unfair fishing experience was when my dad and I went camping over to GKI and we went in our swags and carried everything in backpacks and by hand we walked about 5km uphill hike to the beach we were going to set up on while carrying all our stuff. Then we walked about 1 km to the creek part where we were going to fish and we had been catching heaps of great fish but nothing amazing until we were on our last cast for awhile and we had got a massive golden trevally on the line and it reached the sand bank then just snapped the line out of nowhere!
We could really use some new tackle especially because we are now travelling Australia for a couple years 😊
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I haven’t been fishing very long but my most brutal story was when I went salt water fishing in the Gulf of Mexico for Goliath groupers, (bucket list fish) and we’re I went they were in structures and whenever one bit the bait, within a few minutes the line would snap due to it being rubbed against the structure. I was never able to land one.
my most unfair fishing moment is how much more fish my mates can catch even though I put in hours more work and research in. Because their parents have a lot of money they can afford $1600 reels and $400 braid. While their dads make rigs, bait them up and take them out on their big boat, i'm rigging up dad, baiting him up and deciding on our land based spot.
I get made fun of for small 50cm tailor while they catch huge snapper off the boat even though they put in no effort. I hope to get some better gear to increase casting and drag strength and my father and grandfather are strong believers in the strong old metal Penn reels.
but the hardest parts of fishing make the smallest things mean the world. the most unfair part makes this sport the worlds best
my best reel is my 4000 pursuit
dw brother. The gear does not matter, because one day it will be you with that 1.5m mulloway or snapper
@@fishyunluckythat’s the spirit
I set off on my first and last trip to moreton island with my shiny new heavy #penn prevail rod and slammer and the expectations of a gleeful child awaking on Christmas morn! Being the 'experinaced' fisho of the works lads camping crew the pressure was on to produce. Afternoon one I hooked a reasonable dart which was persued in the retrieve by a formidable bronze shadow in the gutter on the way in. My response was to switch the leader to wire pin the dart on my biggest circle hook and send her back out with a bravado only matched with the level of scoffing form the boys. Not 5 mins later the crowd on the beach were shaken out of boozy lethargy buy a giant eruption about 30m out as a bull shark turned on top on my dart live bait which then began slowly moving away with the torque of a 8v 79 Cruiser, it peeled my braid from the 8500HS slammer IV, expecting the worse and feeling somewhat out of my depth but determined not to show it I locked up the drag and followed it down the beach. To my joy she turned after about 50m and swam back up the gutter! About 20ims passed with the Noah coasting back and forth along the breakers, by which time quote a crowd had gathered around me including a 4x4 bus full of young European tourists.and a young lad in awe of what was unfolding. Slowly making ground on each turn of the behemoth I was getting confident and turned to to point and acknowledge the crowd, with 80lb braids the rod and reel were supporting much of my 85kilo frame as I lent into the toothy critters. I had even sent one of the boys to fashion a noose to tail the beast such was my cocky confidence at that point. And yet alas, the 100lb wire finally gave up sending me crashing on my arse much to delight and chuckles of the gathered crowded. I looked around to see a look of equali disappointment and distain on the face of the young boy as he saw his potential new hero crest fallen with a sand in his crack and hair. 'Aw' he said with a whine, 'I thought you was one of the good fishos'. I cracked a xxxx and retired to the swag.
Love it. Got rid of all my other reels and use Penn Authority or Slammer only now. Rock fishing is is where its at!
As I cast my line into the crystal-clear waters of Jervis Bay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I have heard tales of the legendary fishing spots in this picturesque coastal area, and I was determined to catch a big one. But little did I know, my trusty Penn Slammer 8000 would be put to the test in an unfair way. Strong current swept my live yakka way out, after about 1 and a half hours, i got a massive take. It was a stonker kingy, i fought him for 30+ minutes until i got him right up close to the ledge. Out of nowhere this 4m+ bronze whaler shark absolutely destroys my kingy, one bite half of him was gone. Next thing i know I've got absolutely nothing on my rod except the feeling of devastation.
My most unfair moment was fishing alongside my friends, all using the same range of bait, similar gear, only to see them get bite after bite, while my bait just got wetter and wetter. And then they started hauling them in…I waited and waited, tried a few things and as the light started to change, they went quiet and suddenly I was on. Big runs, screaming (Penn) reel and bang, a kings launched itself on my livie and before I knew it I was elbowing those same friends out of the way to get the right angle on that king. Unfair all day to me, and then utterly unfair to my friends in an unforgettable once in a life time moment of a 15kg King. A great day out and a reminder of how quickly the unfairness can change - to your advantage. The wonders and joys of fishing
It was a few years back I use to own a true kit and we were a long way offshore at Akaroa NZ. My friend and I were just getting into fishing and had just purchased our first proper reels Penn slammer 3 and were on the hunt for our first king fish. We had been trolling for a hour or two on the hunt and just came across a bust up both our reels set off like a pair of horses at Melbourne cup final.we both grabbed our rods and started reeling,eyes lit up with the hopes of the famous yellow tail. Mine was first to the boat but no yellowtail more the famous grin of a barracouda. My mate continued to fight and a few mins later we got our first glimpse of a kingfish but he wasn’t alone as he brang it in close a pack of kingfish went under the boat I watch as 5 of the most beautiful fish swam right under the boat my Barra still on the line threatening to pop the boat. I managed to get it off the line but the other kingfish were well gone and it was time to take my mates first photo with the prized fish.we chucked it back and jumped straight back on the hunt. Lures back in as we set off trolling again. A couple of mins later my reel took back off this time it was big and it meant business. I grabbed the reel boat still ticking along. It was taking line at a rate to get your heat pumping. A few moments later my mates line got hit but with so much force and as he had had the drag cranked up from the last battle with the kingfish it broke the rod holder and he’s gear was gone we spun the boat around looking for it but it was gone Davey jones locker the new owner of the Penn slammer combo. My reel was still bustling but with all the distractions with the other rod I had left it to late it had reached the end of the line and was starting to pull the nose of the boat under. We were taking on water and had to cut the line. The water drained out one of the benefits of those boats and we motored home in silence having lost my mates rod and spooled mine.
We learnt a lot of lessons from that trip one being that your Penn fishing combo you bought to catch your dream fish might just do exactly what it’s meant to but it could also be one time use.
Nice footage. I know the spot and have enjoyed walking in there and seeing various species caught.
The sound of a screaming reel is what we live for .. the fish is a bonus… great clip ..
The recent unfair fishing moment was with my 13 year old daughter chasing Spanish Mackerel. Just off the Jumpin Pin bar trolling a hard body lure we hooked up within minutes of starting on the 50Lbs overhead outfit. My daughter has Cerebral Palsy which mainly affects her walking, so she got into the game chair to start the fight. Typical Spanish Mackerel with high speed runs and big head shakes. After nearly twenty minutes and a lot of hard work we have the fish along side. I grab the leader and bang, the hooks let go. My daughter is devastated, she cannot believe what happened after all that time and effort. This loss has scarred her, she has raised the point with me on a number of occasions. She is yet to catch her first Spanish Mackerel.
A late autumn’s afternoon as me and my best mate were done off the local rocks spinning for some late season Kingfish, about 3 hours in we were almost done two 40+ Aussie Salmon but no sign of the elusive kingfish until all of a sudden I sight casted into a small splash I saw on the surface and my lure got smashed. About a 20 minutes fight until I finally got the rat of a kingfish, at least 75+ up to the rocks. As the fish went for one last run I made the most rookie mistake and got a tip wrap but instead of snapping me clean off my rod bent clean in half and snapped like a twig. This is my most unlucky moment and also the reason I need a new rod😢
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I had a probably 70-80 cm king fish on close to my pb off a rock wall then had the fish dish in between the rocks near a wobbigong shark which had a strike at it and bit through the line. It swam away without injury.
Hi my fishing moment was right up the top of New zealand at spirits bay on the beach in a storm very deep water, when my partner caught a little fish and as a joke I said to use for a live bate. Anyway he did try and caught the biggest fish ever a 7.9 kg kawai the biggest iv ever seen. There was a kawai comp on that weekend and a pig hunting comp over east cast which we had the pig for and was late so gave the fish to his mum to won that fishing comp which it did... and for got to take pictures of the fish... that fish was a world record😢
I was on the bow of my mates dads commercial fishing boat stray lining slack tide in my favourite harbour trying to catch my personal best trevally when 2 big kingys turned up in the cloud of chopped up pilchards, I was dead silent waiting for a take and not 30 seconds later I hooked up to the biggest of the two, 20 seconds later I had muscled it up to the surface, but due to the fact I was up on the bow it was proving almost impossible to gaf, no more than 10 seconds later it woke up and went on a screaming run straight towards and around the pile ons of the warf, it scraped my 80lb black magic trace to hell and ending up breaking it a few seconds later. My face was identical to a melting ice cream in the hot sun and my heart had sunk into my chest. To make it worse, after I had re-tied my rig I ended up hooking that giant trevally that I was originally fishing for. You may be wondering why this made the day worse, well… it took me for another screaming run straight towards and around the exact same pile-on that I had just lost the kingy on, my brand new 80lb trace was once again shredded beyond recognition and I had suddenly lost the ability to talk or make facial expressions, to this day I still talk and complain about the day I lost an estimated 6kg trevally and an estimated 20kg kingy. My personal best trevally to this day is 4kg and I still haven’t caught a legal kingy despite having hooked more than I can count😔😂(I live in NZ just for context)🤙 #kingycurse ❤❤🙏🙏
“I had just bought a new fishing rod named ‘Queen’ and was very excited to try it out for the first time. I decided to go fishing in the Choice Canal, one of the best fishing spots in the area. The weather was perfect, and I felt like I was going to have a great day of fishing.
Upon arriving at the canal, I started preparing my gear and set up the new rod with the best bait. It didn’t take long before I felt a strong pull on the rod. I was confident it was going to be a big fish, and I started reeling it in enthusiastically. However, due to my inexperience and lack of knowledge on how to handle a big catch, things quickly went south.
The rod began to experience immense pressure, and instead of handling the situation cautiously, I tried to pull the fish in with even more force. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and found that the rod had snapped in half. It was a deeply disappointing moment as the rod was brand new, and I had only used it for a few minutes.
I learned a valuable lesson that day: fishing requires patience and knowledge, and you can’t rely solely on good equipment without having the experience to use it properly.”
The most unfair thing while fishing, was when we were dead set on catching our first metre flathead here on the central coast Australia. After a few days of pannys and donuts we were close to giving up hope. Until that last cast in the third straight day with a nessie tied on, few slow rolls and a hop ended with a monster hit. That was the one, hooked on 12lb so had to give it some room and take it slow, a good 30min fight around some decent structures and I had the fish boat side, what a fish. Easily a metre plus, a head bigger than a grown man’s hand, got my mate to get down there with the net so we could treat her gentle and get some pics before returning her back home to swim another day. A rookie on the net he’s gone to net it tail first! Spooked her straight away and she’s tried another run on me, but of a circle and she’s back for him to have another go, in abit of a panic he’s tried to scoop her up again, but this time he’s gone in sideways, the net got half the fish before she’s spooked and kicked again, and bang. She spat the hooks and took off. I didn’t talk to him for awhile after that. I still think of that fish, haven’t come close to one that size since. 😢
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My most unfair fishing moment was when after years of trying, I finally hooked a barrel tuna off Portland Victoria on my Penn 70 Intentional outfit. I actually saw it take the short corner skirt about 10 metres behind the boat. It looked bloody big as its head and back came up out of the water to inhale the lure… probably the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed while fishing! We fought it for about 20-30 minutes when it took a big arching run near the surface and the line went a tiny bit slack and we dropped it when the hooks fell out. 😭 Later that day I went through all my game lures, and checked and sharpened all the hooks. 😢😂
great trailer... A Battle and nothing more pleasing to the ears than screaming Penn reel
My dad bought me my first Penn at 5. I still have it and still has cloth line. I bring it out every once in a while to fish. Still fishing at 60.
My most unfair fishing moment played out one morning off the local headland. The morning sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and with a promising bite window I cast my lure into the shimmering waves. Sure enough, not long after, I had a hit that nearly yanked the rod out of my hands. My heart raced faster than my reel as I battled what felt like the Loch Ness monster reincarnated as a Kingfish. My friends gathered around, phones out, ready to document the epic battle. But fate has a cruel sense of humour. Just as I glimpsed the gleam of victory, the fish made a daring dive under the nearby ledge, taking my line and lure with it. All I could do was stare at the empty end of my line and shrug at my friends' disappointed faces. Lesson learned: even the best-laid plans can be foiled by a crafty fish and a touch of bad luck. But hey, it made for a heck of a story over beers later that day!
I've never had a Penn. Would love to have one.
My wife and I went deep sea fishing on our honeymoon in fiji. While out on the water we saw a massive bust-up in the distance. Winding up and heading over the anticipation was tremendous. Trolling around the bust-up area a real started to scream!!! We hooked up and off we went for the fight of a liftime, having to take turns heaving and winding in the tropical humidity we became weary quickly. An hour and fifteen minutes pass and we are gaining tremendous ground. With the imagination going wild of what it could be, all of a sudden the rod bent right over to the edge of the boat then snap!!! The steal trace was severed through.
The devastation of losing the fish if a lifetime had an impact for the rest of the honeymoon thats for sure.
hopefully better gear makes it a little less unfair!
Alright so long story short, I was doing some land-based fishing down in Tasmania at a place called Charlottes Cove. I got absolutely skunked all day, but finally after about 5 hours of straight fishing (losing many lures in the process), I hooked up to a beefy atlantic salmon that escaped the nearby aquaculture pens. The beast was probably only 5 meters from the rock i was fishing on. AND SUDDENLY A BLOODY SEAL POPS ITS HEAD OUT OF THE WATER AND PROCEEDS TO SWIM INTO MY LINE, TAKE THE FISH AND OFF IT GOES IN ONE SWOOP. probably still has my lure as a piecing to this day.
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was fishing The Great Barrier Reef off Cairns. I hooked a Red Emperor that was between 65-70cm. I got it to the side of the boat when out of nowhere, a huge Tiger Shark ate it. It would've been my 1st legal Red Emperor.
Way to go great fun
I'd love to test some of that Penn gear on a monster pelagic! Live baiting is the way ahead, but need quality gear to make it happen!
Myself and couple family members fishing off eaglehawk Neck , trolling for the big tuna. One was spewing overboard the other up the front trying to sleep (pale white).I turn around to put my jumper away and BANG the Penn reel is Screaming within seconds 300+ meters of line gone, favourite Penn leader & best lure i ever owned is all gone 😢never caught anything for the rest of the trip. The one that got away
My unfair fishing moment was Christmas 2022 when i went rainbow trout fishing with my grandpa for the first time in a remote creek.
I walked up the creek about 200m and found a deep pond filled with snags and sticks first cast hooked a big two pound male rainbow.
I tightened the drag a lot but little did I realise that I was only using eight pound leader I got the fish to were I was standing but I had no way of landing it.
The fish went for one last run and shake of the head and snap line to the hook snapped clean off due to my tight drag.
I later ran back to camp when I told my grandpa what had just happened and he didn’t believe me.
Later on in The day I took my grandpa there and he caught one bigger than I had hooked and then he belived me.
It was early on a Saturday morning, and I had set my alarm for before dawn. I couldn't sleep much the night before, thinking about the fishing trip. I packed my gear, grabbed some snacks, and headed out to the lake. The air was cool, and everything was covered in dew, making the world seem fresh and new.
When I got to the lake, the water was perfectly still. After about half an hour there were splashes all over. I knew that it was feeding time. I picked a silver spinner, thinking it looked cool and might attract something big.
I cast my line and settled into my chair hoping for something big. Splash after splash I was losing hope. The first hour passed slowly, and I started to get bored. Just when I was about to give up, I felt a sudden, strong tug on the line. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I tightened my grip on the rod, and set the hook. I knew had gotten the “big one” on. The line began pulling out faster than ever before and I could feel the power of the fish fighting against me. I was reeling in, trying not to panic and lose it. The fish was pulling hard, diving deep, and making the reel scream.
Minutes dragged on like hours. My arms were getting tired, and I was exhausted but I didn't care. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I pictured myself showing off the massive fish to my friends, taking a million pictures to show of for Instagram, and basking in the glory of my epic catch.
Finally, I managed to gain some ground. The fish was getting tired but so was I. Eventually I caught a glimpse of it just below the surface and it was enormous, easily the biggest fish I'd ever seen. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I was so nervous!
I carefully guided it toward the dock, reaching for the net with one hand. Just as I was about to scoop it up, the fish made a sudden, desperate leap. My pole slipped from my grasp. I naturally jumped in the water to grab the pole to keep it from getting away. As I grabbed the pole I felt the line snap and I watched in horror as the fish vanished back into the depths. I was stunned, with the broken line dangling from my rod.
I swam back to my chair and slumped down, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. The big one had gotten away, but it was an experience I knew I’d never forget.
Sick video 🔥
The most unfair thing about my fishing is that I didn't discover the passion for it till my forties, meaning there's been way more than just one that got away!
1am I couldn’t sleep, I kissed the mrs and the kids while they slept and I packed the rods and snuck off into the night.
Arrived at 2am set the first Rod up in a holder wedged in the rocks while a started rigging up the second one.
I had just got the mainline through the last eyelet of my second rod when I hear my old 760 slammer SCREAM!! From behind me in my flurry I dropped my second rod on the ground and sprinted toward the buckled rod with line peeling out of it. I gave the drag a twist, yanked the rod out and set the hook as if I was lifting the earth below me. I climbed up the rocks and the fight was on! Gaining back a decent amount of line I felt it was time to descend the rock wall with rod in one hand and gaff in the other. Each step down each rock my dream fish decided it wanted to see what I had in the tank and would go for another big run. After a good bit of excitement and almost what felt like an eternity I was at the bottom rock and my fish was close also. I stabilised myself and got ready to lift the fish closer when it decided to give its last ditch effort to get away and thrashed around one last time to release its self from my 2 7/0 snelled hooks I felt the slack in the line and I felt the slack in my heart. And to me that’s why the sport we chose is “The most unfair sport”
my most unfair fishing experience was when i was on my kayak around 11:30 on a saturday morning and the bite was very slow but i casted up under a dock on my kayak with the smallest reel i had with me and a monster snook (40+ inches) absolutely smoked my swimbait, i set the hook and i was tight on what should have been a new pb that would have shattered my old one but unfortunately he got himself wrapped up in the dock but the wind was kicking about 12 knots and the tide was rushing out of the river (can’t forget the relentless amount of wake from boats passing by), so while i was fighting him i was also trying to untangle my line from the dock and trying to paddle at the same time and after about 5 or so minutes i finally get my line untangled and i get the fish out of the dock to where i can see him clearly but then boom, he broke me off and that fish was never to be seen again
i don’t think i would have lost it if i was using a penn and my birthdays in august so that would be a blessing of a gift
What a awesome trailer! Can't wait for the series.
Too many unfair moments when fishing but my most memorable moment would be when I first started out chasing Yellowbelly on lure. After a few month chasing Yellas I finally hooked one and got it to my feet, when I bent down to pick it up it unhooked itself and swam away 🤦♂️ lucky I successfully landed one only a week after that 😅
It's a good video 😮
Fishing is the most unfair sport because sometimes it doesn’t matter how much effort and prep work you put in it just flips you the bird. Just like when I’ve been grinding hard for over 10 years to catch my elusive goal of a 1 meter Barra. Last year I got extremely close when I thought I’d put all of the dots together. I had the moon fazes, tides and water clarity all lined up but no one to come with me. I decided to go anyway by myself and see how I went. I found the fish again and as luck would have it I hooked what I believe wasn’t just my PB fish but probably a 110 to 120 monster. It put on an epic fight and plenty of spectacular jumps. I finally get it beside the boat and realized I hadn’t got my landing net ready. While trying to get the net ready while being overly pumped with adrenaline I felt the leader get cut by the gill rakers. In disbelief I watched the fish giant slowly kick away across the surface. It seemed to be flipping the bird as it went then disappeared
One of the most profoundly unfair moments I've experienced while fishing was when I finally hooked a sizable fish and was on the verge of landing it. The battle between me and the fish had reached a thrilling climax, with both of us nearing exhaustion, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a boat appeared. Before I could react, they cut the line, abruptly ending my hard-earned struggle. It was a disheartening reminder of how quickly circumstances beyond our control can change the course of our efforts, leaving me with a mix of frustration and resignation as I watched the fish slip away.
I have been chasing barramundi in some of the most remote places in qld and catch more Barra in a year than most fishos catch in a lifetime, and yet I have never landed that elusive metery. I have taken people out and even managed to get a few newbies their first metery’s and yet I can’t crack that elusive fish. It’s like a private club I am destined to never join.
A few years back I was flicking a soft plastic in crystal clear remote Gulf river and just slow winding back to the boat when I seen this big girl engulf my plastic right at the rod tip. The bucket opened , the plastic disappeared, and after a moment of hesitation the big girl disappeared upstream pulling a heap of string. After a couple of long runs I dared to dream that this might just be my day. The runs had slowed and she was clear of any snags. I instructed my pop to get the net ready as this one was ready for the camera, well she must have heard me because at that moment she completely burst from the water and thrashed about in her last great attempt at freedom.
I still remember that moment so vividly. The beautiful giant barramundi completely clear of the water like she was trying to take flight whilst my white plastic grub went hurtling through the air.
I have lost numerous metery’s. I am now 38 years old, am I destined to become a 40 year old metery virgin?
A few years back ,I caught a massive brim,only to be eating by a freaking king fish while almost got it up .while screaming and cursing,what ever was left on the brim,slipped away from my hand.
My most unfair fishing moment is also my favourite moment. Having to untangle fishing line for my children might be agonising and time consuming, but, watching them enjoying being on the tinny makes up for it without a doubt.
Supper video
My dad use PENN fishing gear all his life and his favourite reel is the PENN spin fisher we caught a lot of Barra with it also caught golden snapper with it we caught a lot of fish over the years.
Let the battle begin
Accidentally hooked a 2m+ sailfish on a penn 850 reel. A few weeks ago I was fishing with my dad in his boat chasing reds in 50m of water. While chasing the Reds we had the penn rod with a pilchard on gang hooks floating behind the boat. While talking to dad the rod bent right down and back up a couple of times. With absolute confusion I lifted the rod up and then it screamed then the sailfish jumped and jumped and jumped. Unfortunately after 5-6mins of fighting it the 30 pound braid broke. Definitely weren't setup for a sailfish and a fish of that size. In our video it looked big compared to dad's 6m boat
Can't wait to watch it all
My most unfair fishing moment occurred when I was 6. Dad took me down to the local wharf with my brand new Ryobi rod and reel 40 years ago. Dad and that wharf are no longer around, but the memories linger. Dad had tied me up a little rig that he baited up with squid. It didn't take me long until I hooked a good size mackerel, and that was my first ever fish and my most unfair fishing moment. Unfair because it hooked me instantly to this greatest of past times. Unfair because it has stolen so much time and money from me over the last 40 years, and likely for the next 40. Unfair because my wife can't fully understand my passion and it creates tension between us. I'm sure the sport has ruined many a relationship and bank balance!
Penn, the right gear for the big day fishing
Every angler has faced this scenario: you’re out on the water, scanning for signs of life. Suddenly, you spot it-a huge fish, lazily swimming in a crystal-clear pool. Your heart races, your hands itch to cast, but then you see the sign: “No Fishing.”
It’s a place where the fish seem to flaunt their size and freedom, as if they know they’re safe. You watch, mesmerized, as the fish drifts in and out of the shadows, tantalizingly close yet completely out of reach. You imagine the fight it would put up, the satisfaction of landing such a prize. But all you can do is watch.
Days, months, even years go by, and you find yourself returning to that spot, hoping the rules might change or that the fish will wander into permissible waters. It becomes a symbol of the one that got away, but also a beacon of hope. Because fishing is as much about the anticipation as it is about the catch.
One day, you tell yourself. One day, you’ll cross paths with that fish again. And when you do, you’ll be ready. For now, the chase continues, fueled by the memory of the one you couldn’t catch but still dream about.
Was about 7 - 8 (when I used to live in Scotland) was on a small dam fishing off the dam wall while being eaten alive by midges caught what must have been a 1-2kg brown trout set my rod down to catch after landing it , it flipped off the hook and back into the dam...
Love it wish I had a landbased set up and found some good ground
Was fishing at first light and hooked a massive kingfish. Fought it for what felt like an eternity, but just as we were about to land it, it gave it last kick and went under and snapped our line then swam off. The one that got away still haunts us
I was 5 years old when dad took me fishing for the first time and I was fishing with a Kmart fishing rod at the time and we were pulling in some decent fish and I had this massive carp on and I wasn’t watching and lost the fishing rod in the water and never got it back I was very sad
MY most unfair fishing moment was last year when I had spent two days fishing in a tournament and there had only been two small marlin caught so far. Got into a work up of baitfish and birds and then the out rigger popped. I had hooked up to a marlin. About an hour later we had it at the boat and it was a really nice fish that looked bigger than the ones caught so far. We grabbed the leader and as soon as that happened the hook pulled and we lost the fish. It would have been my first marlin as well.
About 5 hours later we were getting ready to pull in the gear when, out of nowhere, the reel starts screaming again. We have another marlin jumping out the back of the boat. This time we get the fish to the boat in about 20 minutes to try and t and r but just as the leader is coming out of the water it throws the hook. Goodbye marlin, goodbye competition win.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a sense of tranquillity settled over the land. Down on a picturesque section of coastline, the beach roared with life as massive waves pounded against the shore. Yet the deep gutter ahead called me with its irresistible appeal. Everything looked perfect, all I needed was a bite. But after multiple nights in a row of targeting mulloway with no success, I began to doubt it's potential. It had been over an hour, with no sign of activity. The comforting warmth of the day was long gone, replaced by the chill of cold air. Despite the constant booming of the swell, it was eerily quiet below the water's surface. But suddenly a faint but unmistakable tug on my line signalled the curiosity of a passing fish. It must've been small. Yet in an instant, the fish surged forward, engulfing the bait. With a swift jerk of the rod, I set the hook, and the fish was on. After multiple powerful head-shakes that threatened to dislodge the hook, it began to take line. A typical mulloway goes on a blistering and powerful run, leaving you in an awe-inspiring loss of words. But this fish moved with grace, its powerful tail propelling it through the water. Unfazed by the multiple kilos of drag my reel was applying and the pressure of the hooks embedded into its mouth, it cruised Southward. This was truly unusual, something I had never experienced before.
After 10 minutes, the fish had dragged me over 150m down the beach, before it finally showed signs of weariness. With a chance to regain some line, I meticulously lifted the rod, aiming to turn the fishes head, and pull it back towards me. But it did not budge. It was at this point that I realised what I had gotten myself into. Gripping the rod with both of my hands, as my arms trembled with fatigue, I exerted every ounce of energy I had and managed to turn it, slowly reclaiming line. Whatever I had hooked, it was truly in a league of its own, and quite honestly, I couldn't believe it. As doubts crept in, I entertained the notion that it wasn't the target species after all, with a list of potential suspects arising in my mind. But at this point, I had no idea.
I continued to steadily reel the fish in, until it now lingered, just 15 metres from the shore. Hopeful that the battle was coming to an end, I flicked on my head torch, only to discover this fish had other ideas. It began peeling line from my reel once more, shattering any hope I had of identifying my adversary. Clearly the fight was far from over, this fish had no intentions of surrendering easily, whatever it was. By the time it tired once more, I found myself dragged another 70 metres down the beach by this fishes incomprehensible power. Again, I had to relive the struggle of trying to turn its head. But as sweat dripped down my forehead, I gritted my teeth, in a determined effort to gain ground. After a few minutes of closing the gap, I had finally brought it into the crashing waves of the shore! In reaction to a large set of swell surging towards me, I ran up the beach in a desperate attempt to keep the line taut, and ensure the fish remained firmly hooked.
In that moment, with my head torch casting its beam across the water's surface, I saw it. A magnificent silvery fish, with it's scales shimmering from my light. Along its lateral line, a series of diamond shaped spots sparkled like gems. This truly was the holy grail of beach fishing. But the swell was massive, and I knew this wouldn't be an easy task. As the wave receded, so did my elusive fish. By this point, the nerves had gotten to me. My arms trembled, my legs had turned to jelly, and the rapid pounding of my heart echoed in my ears. With the next set of incoming swell, I sprinted up the beach once more, clinging to the hope that I would land this mulloway. But I had no such luck. It was only 5 metres away, tantalisingly close, yet agonisingly out of reach. However, as the wave withdrew again, the fish made a final, desperate bid for freedom, violently shaking its head. In an instant, my line lost tension. Disbelief flooded through me as my heart sank, the fish was gone.
In that moment, the reality of what had just happened hit me like a tonne of bricks. 15 more seconds and I would have landed that fish. If one more set had rolled through, it would have washed up right at my feet. The genuine fish of a lifetime. It was right there, within my grasp, but just like that it was gone.
In the years passed I have caught plenty of mulloway over 120cm, impressive fish by anyone's standards. But this thing absolutely dwarfed any other I have ever laid my eyes on. How big it truly was, I will never know. But that gut wrenching feeling when that hook pulled is something that will stay with me till my bones turn to dust. Occasionally, I find myself revisiting that night; replaying the intense struggle in my head, overanalysing every moment, and asking myself: what could I have done differently? But I have accepted the fact that when you hook a fish of that calibre, you have no control over its movements. If I had attempted to force that fish onto the beach, I am certain my line would have snapped. I was so excruciatingly close to landing that dream fish, a true unicorn as far as its size was concerned. But that’s fishing. I don't know whether i'll ever encounter another fish of that size, but the hope that one day I might brings me coming back for more.
The ‘Most Unfair Sport’ is also the most rewarding.
Taking the time to learn and understand your target species before putting everything into action, only to have a knot failure or reel drag seize due to lack of maintenance. It’s the little things that make the difference and also make it ohh so sweet when you finally succeed and you wouldn’t change all those ‘Unfair Moments’ for the world 👍👍👍
It was a crisp autumn morning, the kind where the fog hangs low over the water, shrouding the lake in an ethereal mist. The air was cool and damp, heavy with the scent of pine and decaying leaves. As dawn broke, I had already been on the water for hours, the silence only punctuated by the occasional splash of fish breaking the surface or the distant call of a loon.
I had chosen my spot carefully, near a cluster of fallen trees where the water was deep and still. With a flick of my wrist, I cast my line into the heart of the lake, watching it arc gracefully before disappearing beneath the surface. Moments passed in a tranquil lull, my mind drifting as I waited.
Suddenly, a sharp tug jolted me from my reverie. My rod bent almost double, and my heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This was no ordinary fish. The pull was powerful and unyielding, a true test of my skill and patience. I tightened my grip and began the arduous task of reeling it in, each turn of the handle met with fierce resistance.
The struggle was intense. The fish fought with a ferocity I had never encountered before, darting and diving, testing my every move. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I worked to gain control, my muscles straining against the rod's pull. I caught glimpses of it in the murky depths, a massive silhouette that sent adrenaline coursing through my veins.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally brought it close to the surface. My breath caught in my throat as I saw it clearly for the first time-a behemoth of a fish, its scales shimmering like polished armor in the pale morning light. It was a creature of myth, a prize worthy of legends.
With trembling hands, I reached for the net, every movement slow and deliberate. I inched it closer, my heart pounding in my ears. Just as the net touched the water, the fish made one final, desperate leap. In a split second, the line snapped with a sharp crack, echoing across the still lake.
I watched in stunned silence as the fish disappeared into the depths, leaving only a swirl of bubbles and a hollow ache in my chest. It was gone. The one that got away.
As the mist lifted and the first rays of sunlight pierced the gloom, I sat back in my boat, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. The unfairness of it all only made the moment more poignant. It wasn't just a fish I had lost; it was a story, a legend, a testament to the wild unpredictability of nature. And in that loss, I found a strange sort of victory-a reminder of why I fished in the first place.
I was fishing in the local river chasing sea run trout and I was using two rods. Soft plastics on one and bait on the other.
I was flicking plastics and had a touch but missed, then I went to check the bait rod and it had disappeared 🤦🏼♂️. I had no idea what happened. Besides being annoyed I went about flicking the plastic about, about 3 casts later I thought it was a snag but it kept coming in. Yep you guessed it, it was the line of my bait rod. I managed to retrieve the rod and when I was able to wind it in in the end was about a 5lb sea runner. You beauty, as I was guiding it in to the shore, the fish kicked and rolled and it managed to break the line and got away.
I once had a seal steal my Southern blue fin tuna on the retrieve. To make things worse we had trolled all day to catch it atleast 5 hours. The seal also snapped my new penn ocean assasin rod in half on its first day on the water.
Also a long time ago now the biggest calimari I've ever caught. It was roughly a 50cm hood on it, an absolute beast of a calimari, I doubt they get much bigger than this. I reeled it right next to the pier and I trusted my friend to net it for me. He went in for it from the front not the back and knocked it right off my jig with the net and he swam off to fight another day.
Off the coast of the Pilbara, I was on just my second day with a new reel. First few fresh casts into the blue putting a grin on my face but then, what I believe was a massive mackerel smashed the popper ripping the rod from my hands😂 what a day
THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT! I was fishing up in coral bay all day chasing mackrel and I finally hooked a monster. Right as I was about to get him in, he jumped off the hook and swam away I was devastated!
I was hooked up to a monster kingfish off the rocks in South Africa, ended up fighting it for about 20 mins until I noticed the line direction changed towards me. There it was my worst nightmare had come true! The Kingfish was heading my way straight into the rocks below my feet, the line took a rough rub against the rocks and then it happened (THE LINE BROKE). After loosing this Kingfish along with my best fishing lure I was in tears. At the time I knew it was going to be my PB fish but however the future had different plans, and to this day living in New Zealand I have never caught a Kingfish in my life. It was the worst fishing session that day!
A story of commitment equals reward.. and using the right tools gets the job done... epic.. that's why we fish..
I'd say one specific occasion stands above the rest when my luck fell short taking on some beach fishing. I love fishing in all forms but will say that beach fishing is a style I have not really committed to before.
After waiting 15 minutes or so with a pilchard thrown out there on gangs, all of a sudden we were on!
The unfortunate situation here was however, every time I would wind the spool back down the shaft, it would hit a spot and grab immediately with quite a bit of force to get it going again. Another full wind and it would happen again. After a 5-10 minute fight, I unfortunately lost the fish as the reel continued to grab and I managed to pull hooks.
Fingers crossed for the giveaway 🤞
'The Most Unfair Sport' was out fishing in Moreton Bay, next minute my drag started going flat chat, rod bent over, I was on to something big. Then out of the water this big fish came flying out, not once but twice and then sadly my line broke and I was devastated, pretty sure it was a mackerel. From that day on I always use a wire trace.
My unlucky experiebce was when I was at the swains. Floated out a pilly and got spooked on 40lb by what I think was a huge mackerel
It’s unfair that NC doesn’t have a flounder season this year.
Went fishing with my son, when he was young. I asked him to get ready with the reef anchor while I positioned the boat. I signalled to drop it in. He did , but the anchor wasn't connected to the rope.
I hadn't connected it up after taking the sand anchor off earlier. I did ask him to drop it in. 😀
Fishing on the drift was good 👍
It was a cold still morning upon the kayak. Conditions were perfect but the fishing was slow. After a few hours and two redbulls my bladder was full but my chilly bin still empty. I decided to risk it all and try pee over the edge of my kayak (I’m a women). I stood up, wobbling ever so slightly, and managed to pull my pants down. At that very moment I got a bite. I should’ve let it go but no, I grabbed for my rod. As you can imagine I went ass first into the water. With my pants around my knees, life jacket keeping me afloat, I held onto my rod, but that one got away