One afternoon me and one of my buddies were fishing for catfish and werent having much luck. All of a sudden my friend hooked up on a decent size catfish that he was having trouble with on 6 lb. line. I reeled my line in seemingly all the way and layed it across my chair so that I could help him get the fish in, and probably three seconds after I set it down a catfish grabbed my bait that was sitting half out of the water. I realized what was happening and tried to grab the rod but the catfish was too fast and it was gone before I had a chance to do anything. So besides losing the catfish I lost an All Star rod and an Ambassadeur series Abu Garcia Reel. The worst part came later when I had to endure the embarrasment of explaining this to my grandfather who had just recently given me the rod and reel as a gift.
dgw89---WE grandpas understand such things--like when my grand daughters got into fight while I was surf fishing --Went to breakup fight and watched as a new Penn and Fennick dissappeared into the surf. Of course, I still remind them that they owe their lives to me.
At the catfish ponds I fish at, you don't sit your rod down at all. Unless it is time for a new one. Similar thing happened to me on a trout creek. Caught a nice fish layed my rod down on a rock. Admired the fish and turned around, no rod. Seems the tip caught in the current and washed into a deep hole. Called a buddy over and he fished it out in a few minutes. Whew, $100 rig.
Thank Goodness grandpas do understand such things. When I was just a small boy I fished all the time with my grandpa. He took me to a pond where we fished alot and he always parked right on the bank. We fished all afternoon, me with one rod him with two or three going at once sitting along the bank. When we got loaded up to leave he looked back and saw that he had left a rod on the bank. He had a old 50's chevy truck 3 speed. He just throwed it out of gear, told me to sit still, while he jumped out to get it. While he ran back down the bank the truck started to roll off, I jumped out. I then ran down to where he was, he looked at me said boy I told you to set in the truck. I said the truck is rolling grandpa. He said what, and looked up to see his truck rolling down the bank. He throwed down the rod and ran after the truck grabing the rear bumper as it pulled him into the pond and sunk. I still remember him crawling out of that pond and saying " Boy why didn't you mash the brake" but he wasn't that mad. Luckly after he got the truck repaired he still took me fishing. I found a model of that old truck a few years ago and I keep it sitting in my living room. When I look at it I often think back to the day my grandpa and I went to that pond fishing. But caught a old chevy truck and a life time of memories.
I almost lost a rod cat fishing. We were bass fishing and I always have my trusty can of beejay bait in the tackle bag. Threw a line in and started eatting easy cheese and crackers when my line jumped off of my twig and started heading for the water. I jumpe dup anfd lunged for it and caught it as it was going into the water. Got up jerk the line to setthe hook and broke my **** rod in half. medium action bass rod. I was reeling it in ended up being aprox 15 lb carp. good fight though well for what i could experience with half a rod.