Sickened.
Weather was perfect
Tides were perfect
Spinning away 25 minutes into a relaxing Sunday spin on the beach.
Rod almost gets pulled clean out of my hand. I heard that saying before but when it happened me I almost shite myself.
Started reeling strong as first then gentle enough to keep tight lines.
Looking over the water up he cones a huge bass.
First thought was holy s*** balls
Kept reeling getting close and closer up he came again rod was at a total bend line was at its peak of pressure
15 ft reel reel reel
10 ft reel reel reel
5 ft could see him in the water beautiful silver
At 3ft I felt it just shake the lure to death and the rod went dead.
Couldn't believe it. I felt sick. Honestly sick.
There was even a polish guy beside me screaming as I reeled it in in polish language
I just said ah for f@@k sake and dropped the rod and lit up a cig.
The polish dude did the same.
Long long drive home.
Kept thinking should I of reeled harder / softer / etc etc.
Ah well good day all the same.
Now to get completely wasted on beer to drown sorrows. [FACE WITH TEARS OF JOY]