When I was a teenager, I fished the city parks often. There were many ducks and geese in those ponds. We would often have slow days and spend hours fishing. Well of course those bird became targets. We never could seem to hit one, no matter how hard we tried. We finally quit trying. One day I was there, casting out as usual, and a swan flew by to land. It tangled in my line and got the hook. That was a mess I hope to never experience again.
All ended well, but it was loud and thrashing a lot. There was an adult who knew to extend the leg and it would slow down the thrashing so we could proceed to remove the hook and line mess.