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I was on an offshore island fishing with a bunch of club members. One woman had recently bought a new fly rod, and another member was giving her some casting tips. I asked if they minded if I threw a cast or two, they replied affirmatively.
The woman then said, "look at the rabbit". Me, being a hopeless wise-ass, said " I can catch that thing". I threw a cast that landed the leader over the rabbit's back, and he gave a little hop. I then threw a roll cast, just intending to scare him off a few feet. The rabbit took off, so did the line. He ran under some bushes, then under a stack of lobster traps. "Now you have to get my fly back", said Deb. I walked over, pulled on the line, and met with some resistance. I thought it was caught up in the weeds.
I pulled firmly, and hauled out the rabbit. The line had tangled around one of his legs, and the hook tangled in the leader. I picked it up, untangled him, and said "here's your rabitt". I released it unharmed.
That rabbit is now my personal largest in my short "mammals" category, which includes a bat I caught some years ago on the Branford River.
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