So we went to a Catfish pond this past Saturday just to see what it was all about, as well as to attempt to rekindle our resolve by maybe having a decent chance at actually reeling in a fish or two. Both me and my wife got one each while my Father in Law brought in four, but that's not where I'm going with this.
I wasn't having much luck in the spot I had been fishing, so I decided to move down a bit. I cast out to the middle of the pond, and almost as soon as my bait hit the bottom I had a fish on the line! I could tell in a heartbeat that this was the Big Daddy of the pond. He fought, but he really didn't need to because he would have had enough dead weight to make bringing him in a tough enough challenge. Add to that the fact that I was using my spinning reel with a messed up handle, and that made it even more of a challenge. Even so, I managed to get him up to the bank, and just as I was attempting to lift the big boy out of the water he decided to snap my line.
At least that's what I thought he did, until I got a closer look. My weights, swivel and hook were all still attached just as neatly as the had been when I first sent them out into the water. What was missing was half the hook! That fish didn't snap my line, he snapped my hook!
There is definitely a first time for everything, and that was a first for me. I think next time I may stick with my baitcast reel and go after something smaller, like some largemouth...