rk using this method of fishing. My friend and I couldnt see why, at the expense of all the fishing action that we were enjoying, people would sit and wait for the possibility of catching one, large fish. We couldnt fathom that a single trophy could be worth such a wait, but that evening as the sun began to set, so did the luster of all our proceeds. Our fish were small and our excitement faded evermore as, for the both of us, our actions became quite repetitive. We watched as the surrounding, more saltwater-experienced fishermen hauled in their large, exotic fish, and we began to understand. Though the fish we had been catching all day would be of bragging size in the freshwater world, they were considered wusses of the ocean world.The next day my friend and I got our biggest freshwater rods and headed out to catch the big fish. We tried to catch baitfish by using our traditional and quite productive method of snagging, dropping our hooks and tearing them through the water, but without success. There was such a great volume of water that chance just didnt favor our hooks connecting with any baitfish, so we investigated the technique of the other fishermen. They had been using a special saltwater baitfish trap that we next went out and bought. We were soon provided with a larger supply of fresh bait than the two of us could use.On our heaviest freshwater rods, we rigged the live baitfish and launched them into the unknown. Or so we tried. My ten-pound line, which is sufficient for most freshwater fishing, broke as I cast it. The rig lay behind me along with the baitfish flopping in the sand. My friends twelve-pound line endured, but he soon wished that it hadnt. His rod broke.Our fishing was put on hold as I spooled my reel with heavier line and my friend bought a broomstick rod. From then on, we caught several nice, bragging size fish, but my unfortunate friend did suffer the consequences of discovering yet another major...
