I was fishing a So Shore spot a few years ago and had a good run of high twenty to mid thirty pound fish for a week on eels. I hooked onto a schweet bass that's started running - set the hook and I pray it goes to my left - Lot's of sand to play in. If she goes to my right I'm screwed - rocks and rip-rap like you wouldn't believe (well, maybe you do
). I was using my meaty 1089 and a Calcutta 400 and I could not in any fashion put the boots to this fish. Line is pouring off and I feel every rock on the east coast on this line. Nothing I could do... I honestly feel that was my first certain crack a my trophy bass. Others have had me wonder but that one was the most powerfull fight I've ever come across.