Boy did I have an interesting two days of fishing this weekend. Went fishing with a friend on Friday morning in clapboard creek. He caught one real nice trout and a flounder, and I had only one short trout and a jack. Bait was all over in huge pods. He had to be to work by 1pm so we got back to the ramp at 11am, ate some lunch and BS'd for a bit. Once we departed I went down to Browns for the rest of the day... This is when it gets good.
By this time it was high tide and I moved back into a small creek without much luck. Small trout and a lady fish. I headed out right before the tide turned and set up shop at a shell bar. Long and behold, shortly after the water started to move, I saw what I suspected to be red inbound to my location following the baitfish. Not before long, I hooked up with a nice 16 1/2 " red on a mud minnow. FINALLY! No longer skunked by the great red. Once I released him, I noticed they were still in the same area so I pitched out another mud minnow and BAM! The water exploded and I was holding on! Brought in another red just over 27"! Man it felt great! So, I am used to bass fishing and liping the fish, when I went to get a picture of him I instinctively lipped him, held him over the water and it’s like he knew he was over it! Thrashed once and plunk! In the water, I tried to grab his tail but he gave it a shake and off he went.

It was just good to get in a nice red so I didn't dwell on it much. The fishing slowed down until later after the sun set at low tide when I got into the trout on top water with a chug bug. Must of caught about 10-12 of them all in the 13" range. Lost one good fish that would have made the cut I am sure.
Now, on Saturday, again I put in at browns just before the sun came up and headed to the same area. Not much action until about 7ish. I could see the fish all around me chasing the bait. Around 7:45 I look over my right shoulder and see my thunder rig shaking all over the place. The mud minnow knew something was after him. The rig disappeared in a blink of an eye and the real started screaming!

I rushed to get in the other line and grab the rod. I tightened down the drag and he just kept going and going and going. Big surge after big surg. My anchor was down and by this time I looked down at my reel and I have about 20 feet of line left. I grabbed at the line in a desperate last ditch effort to hold the fish... It was worthless. He made one more surge and SNAP! I just got spooled! I couldn't believe what happened. Really blew my mind. In all my years of fishing, I have never had this happened. Now here is the crazy part... About an hour later I am roaming the same flat thinking that this fish still has like 150 yards of line trailing it. Around this time I am swimming a jig and get was seems like a hit but it feels kind of spongy. Once I get the jig back I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my line! I untangled the line from the jig and gently pull on it to see if anyone is home. YUP! Sure is! So now I am winding this line around my hand trying to figure out how I am going to get this thing in. Well, it wasn't long before Mr. Fish knew I was there and surged again and broke off once more! I rolled up about 60 yards of line and that was all I would ever see of him again.
The tackle I was using to me, was probably a bit light for this kind of fishing. Not sure of the reel but it’s smaller than a Shimano 4000, with a MED action 6' rod. More for bass fishing. I don't blame losing the fish solely on the tackle. Inexperience played a big part. I couldn't get the anchor up and just wasn't ready for something like that to happen. A lot of lessons learned this weekend have just purchased an anchor trolley system with a quick detach mod. This will not happen again.
I did however end up catching a nice 20" trout which my wife and I both enjoyed last night for dinner. Two days of fishing and I am sore as can be and my hands hurt like hell, but it was worth every ounce of pain I endured!