two years ago up on your rocky death beaches I lost the biggest bass of my life, a class above the 48" bass I got the year before. It was my own fault I lost it.
Had a good tight drag, kept the 10' 6" rod high and kept the fishes head on the surface of the water above all the giant rocks of doom below. And then, like an overconfident jackass, I thought the fight was over, and stepped off my rock into chest deep water in order to try to make it to shore with the fish. The fish took one last run, and because I was much deeper in the water, my rod was lower, line was lower, the fished rubbed me off on a rock 10 ft in front of me. stole my good luck jointed plug along with my dreams of a 50
I learned a lesson I will never forget, and a rule I never break now. I don't leave my rock until the fish is in my hands.
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