Timely topic...
Just yesterday I was fishing Beaver in the Indian creek area, I have been tossing 1/8 ounce marabou road runners lately and having a lot of fun catching Kentuckys on an ultralight setup with 4# line. Last week I caught a 3 lb striper by accident that was quite a handful on that rig. Anyway, I thought that was a fluke, well yesterday I'm fishing the roadrunner around some scattered timber and WHAM! I see a big silver flash - fish looked to be 10#'s or so, I assume it was a striper, but not a hundred percent sure, anyway there's nothing I can do but hang on and start follwing it around with my foot on the trolling motor, like I said there's some standing timber and a couple of times the fish heads towards some trees but somehow I'm able to keep him away from them while at the same time manuevering the boat, but I just could not get him pointed towards open water where I might have been able to wear him out and boat him. Finally, inevitably, he gets hung on a tree, snap goes the line, and I was left with that deeply depressed feeling I get whenever I lose a big fish. Still bugs me this morning to think about it.
When I fished for steelhead and salmon in Washington state I lost several big fish that I wish I could have at least seen, just to see how big they were. Those fish are all now long dead but they live on in my memory.