Went out into the Santa Monica Bay Saturday and fished all day for white seas bass. Caught a few sand bass, and some halibut, but no whites, and planned to leave about 3:30. Well we stuck it out until 5:00, and during our last drift, something big hit the lightest pole in the whole boat, 12-pound test, little Penn International, real light action, really a sand bass pole. Go figure!<P>So I grab the rod and set the hook and this fish is running hard, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, pole all bent over and NO backbone on that sucker. I had to hold it halfway up just to set the hook. Really undersized tackle for sure on this fish.<P>I finally started worrying about him spooling me on his first big run, so I tightened up the brake and reared back a bit. Well, he reacted to the pressure by putting it into another gear, really running now for all he was worth, and I had to try turn him fast, but I was running outta line, and just as I was loosening up the brake and my uncle was starting to back up the boat to chase him and get some line back ...... SNAP!! I thought for sure I had broken the line, but when I got the leader up, the knot had come undone. AAARRGH!!<P>And then it hit me. I had been tying double Trilenes, and one tag I snipped a bit short. My uncle noticed, and told me to re-tie it, but like an idiot, I just baited and put it in the water. Now I wonder if that was the knot that came undone (tied a lot of knots that day). My uncle was nice enough not to mention it, but we both were thinking the same thing.<P>Anyway, we're gonna try again this Sunday morning while it's still dark (the word is they're hitting at 3:00-4:00 a.m.). You can bet my tackle will be ready this time, and no shortchanging the knots.<P>By the way ... nothing like fresh halibut fillets and sand bass chowder to make the wife a bit more understanding about the sunburn, cigar breath, and 12 hours of sleep the next night.
Not to mention easing the nightmares about the one that got away.<P>Rick