Was a young lad about 8 or 9 at the boat show with dad. He got a pair of really expensive polarised sunglasses and got a deal to get me a pair. He got the neck strap and asked if I wanted one and I said no because I didn’t think it was very cool. Cut to our first trip out on the boat outside the Sydney heads. Time to break out the new polarised glasses! First time! I’m using a hand-line and look down the side of the boat to release it. As soon as I look down the glasses slide off my face and straight into the ocean. I reached for the net but it was too late… they were gone. I never told him until years later. The thing is. It’s around 26 years later and he still has his pair from that day! Long story short I ALWAYS use a neck strap now 😂
My most unfair fishing moment was, i just spooled up my brand new slammer dx 8500 with 50lb slammer braid, went down to the local and got some live herring, made the 1km walk to the end of the breakwall in the pitch black with my little brother, i chucked out my first live bait and boom a huge sparking run easily stopped by the slammer dx, the fish surfaced and it was my first ever mulloway. The fish was around the 1 metre mark and i was ecstatic, all i had to do was manouvere it around a rock pretruding from the wall and it would have been scooped up, instead a wave came and surged rhe fish into the breakwall, i fought for 10 mins to hold it up while we tried to leader the fish, i tried to go around the back of my brother for a different angle, slipped on the rocks and dinged and scratched my brand new reel on its first trip. In the end i had to snap the 60lb leader which held on for over 30 minutes while i tried to get the fish out, i went home completely defeated and i had to polish up my spool on the reel with my wifes nail buffer because it was all dinged up. Still havent caught another since.
I wouldn’t normally comment these things but hope this changes the attitude of the some locals as there’s definitely unfair behaviour and rudeness when non locals make a trip to well known ledges
My most unfair fishing moment is every single moment. When I spend hours preparing rigs, as a kid, to only having a 4 hr sesh once a month. I put in all that effort to sometimes go out with bait untouched or bitten off by tailor. One day I left my rod sitting cause we weren’t catching. 5 seconds later, I lost the slack and next thing I know, my Penn pursuit 4000 is running across the river. The one that gets away is always the best one. And that’s why fishing is so unfair. I’m stuck with not much gear left and any rod or reel will
A person with a good heart can find fish wherever he goes in a land full of natural beauty and greenery, especially pen fishing tackles if he is using it
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 14 or 15. My dad and I were fishing on the Gold Coast inshore reefs. I was using my favourite rod and reel combo, a Penn power stick 320 GTI with a Penn 330 GTI reel loaded with 25-30 lb mono (I still have them). We were fishing for snapper and had caught a few. Our normal fishing rig was the normal two hook paternoster rig. I remember having watch a fishing show where they used a ball sinker straight down onto the hook and let it drift out the back, so I tried that. After catching a decent snapper and put another bait out, but this time I lobbed it up current a bit to try to get the bait deeper. After letting more line out then before, I put the rod down and grabbed a drink and then the rod buckled over. I fought the fish for what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably really about 5 minutes, a nice big silver fish popped up behind the boat in the current. I’d hooked my first ever jewfish, and it was over a meter long! Dad was handling the landing net and was telling me to wind the line up slowly. It got to within about half a meter of the landing net, shook its head and the hook fell out! We couldn’t believe it! It drifted back a little, then we saw the tail kick on the surface and it went back down. Later that day, we went and bought a landing net with a longer handle! 😂
I haven’t been fishing very long but my most brutal story was when I went salt water fishing in the Gulf of Mexico for Goliath groupers, (bucket list fish) and we’re I went they were in structures and whenever one bit the bait, within a few minutes the line would snap due to it being rubbed against the structure. I was never able to land one.
Hi my fishing moment was right up the top of New zealand at spirits bay on the beach in a storm very deep water, when my partner caught a little fish and as a joke I said to use for a live bate. Anyway he did try and caught the biggest fish ever a 7.9 kg kawai the biggest iv ever seen. There was a kawai comp on that weekend and a pig hunting comp over east cast which we had the pig for and was late so gave the fish to his mum to won that fishing comp which it did... and for got to take pictures of the fish... that fish was a world record😢
Fishing from the rocks at the south coast of Merimbula, I hooked a rare yellowtail kingfish at dawn. I had been trying to catch one for a couple of months. The battle was intense; my heart raced as the fish nearly pulled me into the ocean. After what felt like hours, I finally saw its shimmering scales. Just as victory was within reach, it made one last powerful leap, snapping the line and vanishing into the depths. Ever since, I've been chasing that elusive catch, my most unfair fishing moment.
I took my mate fishing on the Clyde River in NSW. We hadn't caught much all weekend, nothing to brag about anyway... Until Sunday morning, we're drifting pass the caravan park in Nelligen, pillies bouncing through the weed, when 'zzzzzz' line starts peeling off my mates reel. The tinny was getting dragged around as he continued to fight the monster below on 6lb mono. As he started to retrieve some line i went scrambling for the net, only to realise i left my net at home and only had a kayak net. After an epic battle he got the fish to the surface. A massive flathead, easily 1m+. I grabbed the lip grips and managed to get them on big girls lip. I dragged her to the net but her head was too wide to fit inside. After being spooked she gave a big head shake, the lip grips came off, the hook came out and she swam away. My mate let out a deafening scream as the onlookers from the park witnessed the battle end. She was always going to be returned to the water, a photo would've been amazing though. It's unfair on him i didn't get organised and have my net that day. 4 years later he hasn't been fishing as he can't handle the thought of that happening again. Maybe he is the one that got away?
Myself and couple family members fishing off eaglehawk Neck , trolling for the big tuna. One was spewing overboard the other up the front trying to sleep (pale white).I turn around to put my jumper away and BANG the Penn reel is Screaming within seconds 300+ meters of line gone, favourite Penn leader & best lure i ever owned is all gone 😢never caught anything for the rest of the trip. The one that got away
A late autumn’s afternoon as me and my best mate were done off the local rocks spinning for some late season Kingfish, about 3 hours in we were almost done two 40+ Aussie Salmon but no sign of the elusive kingfish until all of a sudden I sight casted into a small splash I saw on the surface and my lure got smashed. About a 20 minutes fight until I finally got the rat of a kingfish, at least 75+ up to the rocks. As the fish went for one last run I made the most rookie mistake and got a tip wrap but instead of snapping me clean off my rod bent clean in half and snapped like a twig. This is my most unlucky moment and also the reason I need a new rod😢
I had a probably 70-80 cm king fish on close to my pb off a rock wall then had the fish dish in between the rocks near a wobbigong shark which had a strike at it and bit through the line. It swam away without injury.
I spent my childhood and teen years dreaming of a billfish. This year, I gave it my first proper crack on a family trip to North WA. Of the week we were there, we had 3 days with decent weather to go wide. Didn't even raise one on the first 2 days. Day 3, swell is up to 3m but the wind looks alright so we crazily sent it through the passage and went out deep. After a few hours, I finally raised my first black marlin. The first I'd ever seen with my own eyes. It hit the skirt and lit up. I instantly stopped the boat not knowing better and started trying to hook it. It spat the hooks and hit my other lure, but with the boat stationary it spat those hooks too. Didn't see another one - gutted. Until next year eh...
I've had many unfair moments throughout my many fishing experiences, I've lost lots of fish that could've been my biggest, leaving me feeling like a lost a part of myself. It's funny how losing a fish which you haven't even seen can leave you feeling with that horrible feeling. Anyway my most of my unfair fishing moments are either a chain of events, leading to the loss of a fish or a sudden event. My most unfair moment was a chain of events, the first event was a day before my most unfair moment. This event was losing my net, dropping it in the water, a stupid face palm moment. The next day people were catching massive kahawai, bigger than I've ever seen around 60-70cm. (My Biggest at this point was, and still is 54cm) some people were catching them by using chicken for bait at the surface, waiting for a kahawai to come by and then yanking them into their chili bins. I decided to chuck some pillchard out on a surf caster. After a while i got some big bites. I got the feeling that i get whenever i hook up to a decent fish, my stomach drops and a fire burns in my chest, i can't really explain this feeling but i hope you can relate. At this point everyone was watching me, not what i like to happen. The fish revealed itself as it jumped out of the water a few times. It was a kahawai, as big as the other ones caught earlier that day. When i brought the fish towards the edge of the Wharf, exhilarated after the fight it put up, i began to lift it up and onto the Wharf when i started losing hope. Throughout the process of reeling in the kahawai, my line had managed to twist itself over the tip of the rod, making it impossible to reel in anymore. The kahawai was now around half a metre above the Wharf and half a metre out. Unable to reel i started walking backwards but there wasn't enough room for me to get the kahawai over the Wharf. I was holding the full weight of the big Kahawai and my muscles were starting to feel it. By now i was panicking, i was in the moment focused on landing this fish. My friend started to reach for the kahawai being just out of his reach, he grabbed onto the bait table and tried to lean out to grab it. At this moment the kahawai manged to get the hook out of its mouth and drop back into the water.i reckon the hook slipped loose after it jumped out of the water a few times. The kahawai left me feeling disappointed and i began to think about everything i could've done to secure that fish. But if course it's almost impossible to think rationally when you have a fish on as you are locked in the moment, with your body rushed full of adrenaline. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. There is nothing you can do but think about what you could've done after losing a great fish, you tell yourself you did all you could but the feeling of regret will never leave.
The last time I fished my local ledge, there was a massive bust up just about 100m from shore with sailfish and sharks jumping all around. Since I had no way to cast out there with my light setup, I threw a metal as far as I could when I had something easily 1.5m follow it up and get airborne hitting it, I set the hook and my leader snapped. Clean snap, lure, fish, and motivation gone.
I use the SpinFisher VI 4500 and love it! It gives me a huge advantage when fighting some huge battles! Love it! I've made a few videos on my channels using it. Killer reel! Keep up the great work guys. You are defo doing something right! It's working. Let's go fishing :)
I set off on my first and last trip to moreton island with my shiny new heavy #penn prevail rod and slammer and the expectations of a gleeful child awaking on Christmas morn! Being the 'experinaced' fisho of the works lads camping crew the pressure was on to produce. Afternoon one I hooked a reasonable dart which was persued in the retrieve by a formidable bronze shadow in the gutter on the way in. My response was to switch the leader to wire pin the dart on my biggest circle hook and send her back out with a bravado only matched with the level of scoffing form the boys. Not 5 mins later the crowd on the beach were shaken out of boozy lethargy buy a giant eruption about 30m out as a bull shark turned on top on my dart live bait which then began slowly moving away with the torque of a 8v 79 Cruiser, it peeled my braid from the 8500HS slammer IV, expecting the worse and feeling somewhat out of my depth but determined not to show it I locked up the drag and followed it down the beach. To my joy she turned after about 50m and swam back up the gutter! About 20ims passed with the Noah coasting back and forth along the breakers, by which time quote a crowd had gathered around me including a 4x4 bus full of young European tourists.and a young lad in awe of what was unfolding. Slowly making ground on each turn of the behemoth I was getting confident and turned to to point and acknowledge the crowd, with 80lb braids the rod and reel were supporting much of my 85kilo frame as I lent into the toothy critters. I had even sent one of the boys to fashion a noose to tail the beast such was my cocky confidence at that point. And yet alas, the 100lb wire finally gave up sending me crashing on my arse much to delight and chuckles of the gathered crowded. I looked around to see a look of equali disappointment and distain on the face of the young boy as he saw his potential new hero crest fallen with a sand in his crack and hair. 'Aw' he said with a whine, 'I thought you was one of the good fishos'. I cracked a xxxx and retired to the swag.
This happened when I was around 6 or 7 me my dad and his friends drove 7 or 8 hours, during those hours we made it to the fishing spot but I was only able to fish for like half an hour or so and the we drove back home. We didn't go fishing again till I was 16. my dad started talking to his old friends again and now we go fishing with his group now!
My dad use PENN fishing gear all his life and his favourite reel is the PENN spin fisher we caught a lot of Barra with it also caught golden snapper with it we caught a lot of fish over the years.
coming from instagram, the most unfair sport. i once had a livie on my penn spinfisher combo out front on our wharf. I was just sitting around waiting for it to buzz, hours went by, not even a hit. But when i was reeling my other big rod in (sadly not penn) i heard the beautiful sound of my penn spin fisher drag screaming. I ran over picked it up and set the hook, still running. i thought to myself, we’re on. but, not even after 15 seconds, i feel my line running, and SNAP! I screamed louder then i have ever screamed. I still believe that was my meter jewy i was chasing…
One of my most unfair fishing moments while barramundi fishing happened during a trip in northern Australia. I felt a strong bite and quickly set the hook. The fish fought hard, making powerful runs and jumps. Just as I was about to bring it in, it surged toward some nearby mangroves and snagged my line. In a split second, it broke free, leaving me empty-handed. Watching that barramundi swim away felt like a real heartbreaker!
I was on the bow of my mates dads commercial fishing boat stray lining slack tide in my favourite harbour trying to catch my personal best trevally when 2 big kingys turned up in the cloud of chopped up pilchards, I was dead silent waiting for a take and not 30 seconds later I hooked up to the biggest of the two, 20 seconds later I had muscled it up to the surface, but due to the fact I was up on the bow it was proving almost impossible to gaf, no more than 10 seconds later it woke up and went on a screaming run straight towards and around the pile ons of the warf, it scraped my 80lb black magic trace to hell and ending up breaking it a few seconds later. My face was identical to a melting ice cream in the hot sun and my heart had sunk into my chest. To make it worse, after I had re-tied my rig I ended up hooking that giant trevally that I was originally fishing for. You may be wondering why this made the day worse, well… it took me for another screaming run straight towards and around the exact same pile-on that I had just lost the kingy on, my brand new 80lb trace was once again shredded beyond recognition and I had suddenly lost the ability to talk or make facial expressions, to this day I still talk and complain about the day I lost an estimated 6kg trevally and an estimated 20kg kingy. My personal best trevally to this day is 4kg and I still haven’t caught a legal kingy despite having hooked more than I can count😔😂(I live in NZ just for context)🤙 #kingycurse ❤❤🙏🙏
My Unfair fishing moment happened a couple of months ago. Me and my dad are both quite new to fishing especially fishing on a boat since we’ve only had our first boat for a short period. In port Phillip bay snapper season is a big deal and many anglers tend to have no issue finding them. However for me and my dad it couldn’t be further from that. We’ve been out countless times and not been able to find snapper. One day we were sounding around when our sounder lit up with large arches stacking up on the bottom meaning it could only be snapper! The sounder showed some great quality fish and they were in numbers. It was a calm day and we anchored up perfectly and began fishing, getting some big bites. Unfortunately all of a sudden the weather drastically turned from 5knkts of wind to like 25knts swaying us away from the fish making it unfishable. This happened within like 2 minutes of setting anchor. It poured down with rain and my dad and I were left empty handed and haven’t found them since. It was Super unlucky and incredibly unfortunate.
Most unfair thing that happened to the one that got away (responding from Insta). I was sitting on some muddy rocks getting eaten alive by mozzies and sandies and I was on the "last cast" of the evening (sun was setting). After a few little bites that suddenly ceased, I had a massive fish hook on out of no where. The fish peeled drag like crazy, running sideways and down along the rock face. I was a novice fisherwoman and panicked. Instead if tightening the drag I put my finger down on the line and squeezed. Burnt a hole in my finger and the line snapped. Super dissapointing, but ill keep going back until I catch him!
Short but sweet, In the Mersey river on the north coast of Tasmania I spent about 2 hours trekking it through the bush to a “Trout zone” the local BCF guy told me held big browns. I spent 2 hours walking down this muddy trail without casting a line as I still hadn’t reached the water, by the time I got there I started casting around this beautiful little stream with a little paddle tail that I had pre-tied onto my rod. Before long however, I got snagged on a submerged log and had to snap off the lure, when I went into my bag I realised I had forgot essentially every single jighead I had as I left the tackle box at the house I was staying at. Frustrated and tired I found a little Tassie devil spinner in the bottom of my bag, and with no other option I tied it on and began casting. Only about 3-4 casts later I see a monster brown trout come out from under a log and smack the Tassie devil, i was in awe of the size and colours, it has everything you’d want in a big trout including the gnarly head that the big ones typically have. After fighting it for about 2 minutes I begin to bring it in towards the net when it makes a final jump and spits the hook right at my feet. “NOOOO” I shouted, I had just lost the fish I had walked all this way for, and probably the fish of a lifetime. To only make things worse I preceded to get snagged on another log and lose the Tassie devil, with no lures left I begrudgingly made the 2 hour walk back to the car park, defeated.
PENN IS THE BEST!!!!! Have a couple pen spinfisher ssm 750s and could not be happier! I am currently saving for either a Penn slammer or Penn battle. I would be very grateful to win this giveaway! 😊😊
As a South African than recently moved to Australia, it is amazing to see how much awesome land based fishing spots Australia has. I would love to explore these remote fishing spots!
On a fishing trip overseas with plans of multiple fish of a lifetime, it was day 5 of non-stop casting with minimal action from a few species other than the target. One of the targeted species, a dogtooth tuna, came up behind my lure and followed it all the way to the boat, only to go down under the hull and down the reef edge towards the depths. Moments later, my brother hooked up on a less than appropriate light soft plastic outfit (including a 3500 Spinfisher) to none other than (presumably) the fish that eluded me. After a snapped rod on 20lb and much time passed, my brother landed what became for him a fish of a lifetime, and for myself the one that got away (well almost).
Was young around 8, in the Transkei in South Africa, a rainy mis day, ‘let’s go fishing’ my uncle says. I join exited. Halfway to the spot he forgets his fishing bag, I sit in the rain cold until he comes back. We get there he casts for me ,big bait on. I start pulling my line in thinking I’m on a rock since I was young, until I realise a reflection. A massive kob/mulloway. I shout to my uncle. He gets close and pulls the line 😢noo never do that. The fish pops of the hook and I never got the kob. I remember this every time I pull a fish in. Great vid. Mad love your products. Penn reels all the way.
“I had just bought a new fishing rod named ‘Queen’ and was very excited to try it out for the first time. I decided to go fishing in the Choice Canal, one of the best fishing spots in the area. The weather was perfect, and I felt like I was going to have a great day of fishing. Upon arriving at the canal, I started preparing my gear and set up the new rod with the best bait. It didn’t take long before I felt a strong pull on the rod. I was confident it was going to be a big fish, and I started reeling it in enthusiastically. However, due to my inexperience and lack of knowledge on how to handle a big catch, things quickly went south. The rod began to experience immense pressure, and instead of handling the situation cautiously, I tried to pull the fish in with even more force. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and found that the rod had snapped in half. It was a deeply disappointing moment as the rod was brand new, and I had only used it for a few minutes. I learned a valuable lesson that day: fishing requires patience and knowledge, and you can’t rely solely on good equipment without having the experience to use it properly.”
Was about 7 - 8 (when I used to live in Scotland) was on a small dam fishing off the dam wall while being eaten alive by midges caught what must have been a 1-2kg brown trout set my rod down to catch after landing it , it flipped off the hook and back into the dam...
My most unfair fishing moment actually turned out to be pretty good! As a uni student I had spent countless hours chasing the +1m Mulloway on the breakwalls and rivers of the far north (NSW) coast but with only soapies to show for it. I had organised to meet a mate for a night fish but with near monsoonal rainfall, he was a no show and i found myself solo and extremely wet. I managed to jig up only one Herring and with trepidation I cast him out into the blackness. One hour later my 850ssm drag started to click, but instead of a screaming run, I felt only a large weight and very few headshakes and was pretty sure i had hooked onto a nice bit of floating debris or a shopping trolley. To my surprise and after some cranking, a 1.3m Jewie appeared out of the deep. With no gaff or net i hauled the fish out by the gills and cut my hands to ribbons. I had fouled hooked someone else's tangled rig who had been busted off by the 23kg monster and the Jewie must have just been swimming past and been tangled on my line. Whilst i never got to experience the blistering first run of a land based Jewie, wet, cold and bleeding i still went home with the prize and a story to tell and pride (sort of) intact!
I was Snapper fishing in Port Phillip Bay, I'm not exactly sure what happened, I think I didn't put my rod in the holder properly. Anyway moments later I heard my rod go and looked around to see it sail off the boat and into the depths. Gone forever, I was heartbroken! Or so I thought . . . Sometime later when reeling in my other rod the hook tangled around some fishing line, I pulled this in 'as you do' and it ended up being my rod that went overboard 😄. I wound it in and there was a 3kg Snapper still on the hook! 🤟. True Story!
( The Most Unfair Sport) …When i was about 8 years old i used to go fishing with my dad and uncles out on the dingy and one day dad casted out for me (cuz i didnt really know how) and let me reel it back in and bang hook up to a monster fish, was fighting it for about 5 or so minutes and the rod snapped and lost the fish completely. 😂😪
I was 5 years old when dad took me fishing for the first time and I was fishing with a Kmart fishing rod at the time and we were pulling in some decent fish and I had this massive carp on and I wasn’t watching and lost the fishing rod in the water and never got it back I was very sad
It was a cold winters morning I hopped out of the caravan straight to the boat ramp to put head out to the bay. I was about 11 I was fishing with my grandad off his boat in Brisbane. the fishing was slow with just a couple small flathead and whiting on the penn combos. we decided to send out a live herring on the medium combo 30 minutes went pass without a sniff on the live bait. But suddenly the reel started screaming. After a long fight about 20 minutes, we finally got the fish up to the side of the boat… It was a mess the monster flattie got tangled up in the spare oar. It did not end well the 90cm plus fish was gone.
A couple of years ago I was fishing off the rocks on the Central Coast, NSW. This particular spot never really produced anything big but I still brought my Penn Prevail II and Clash outfit just in case. After casting metal slugs for hours since the crack of dawn I had no bites and the tide had been running out to the point that the waves were only just crashing the height of the rock face. I keep casting and I finally get a hit - and it runs and lunges. The fight doesn't go for too long and I can see it's a huge salmon, it would have been my PB. With no net, I try and time the waves so I can swing it onto the rock platform. After a few failed attempts, I have one more go and I pull the hooks. I sat down for a bit before spending the next few hours casting but not a single touch after that.
In my most unfair moment, no fish escaped, but I was fighting for more than half an hour against a "river stingray" here in Paranacito, Argentina, and after a continuous fight where the stingray detached itself from the bottom of the river and could pick up a few meters, and bury itself again and so on for almost an hour. When it is finally a few meters away from me, I see some leaves and branches peeking out, so my happiness plummeted! A giant tree taken from the river!! hahaha, and he had the same attitudes and behaviors of a stripe so my son and I were very attentive and excited, but it was a tragic moment and at the same time now we laugh at a nice memory and anecdote! greetings from Argentina!.
My most unfair fishing experience was when my dad and I went camping over to GKI and we went in our swags and carried everything in backpacks and by hand we walked about 5km uphill hike to the beach we were going to set up on while carrying all our stuff. Then we walked about 1 km to the creek part where we were going to fish and we had been catching heaps of great fish but nothing amazing until we were on our last cast for awhile and we had got a massive golden trevally on the line and it reached the sand bank then just snapped the line out of nowhere! We could really use some new tackle especially because we are now travelling Australia for a couple years 😊
Alright so long story short, I was doing some land-based fishing down in Tasmania at a place called Charlottes Cove. I got absolutely skunked all day, but finally after about 5 hours of straight fishing (losing many lures in the process), I hooked up to a beefy atlantic salmon that escaped the nearby aquaculture pens. The beast was probably only 5 meters from the rock i was fishing on. AND SUDDENLY A BLOODY SEAL POPS ITS HEAD OUT OF THE WATER AND PROCEEDS TO SWIM INTO MY LINE, TAKE THE FISH AND OFF IT GOES IN ONE SWOOP. probably still has my lure as a piecing to this day.
last year when i was 15. We launched our ski boat and was go for king maceral. I put a live bait out and i had a Penn Fathom ll lever drag 2 speed after a while i hooked a monster king mackerel of about 34 kgs and then all of a sudden, the hooks pulled right before we gaffed the fish.
At the crack of dawn it was on... I heard the sound of a bell screaming at the top of its voice, it was the reel. The reel was spinning so fast that it was like an whale was tugging it. I raced as fast i could with sand being thrown across the beach onto my clothes and deep inbetween my toes, viciously frothing from the mouth I had never felt this pumped from all the adrenaline. Finally I had hooked onto something BIG. Nothing else was on my mind but the dream of catching that allusive and almost legendary beast, the mulloway. I knew immediately it was the ghost I felt it deep in my bones that this was it and my name would be carved into its flesh, I reeled in with all my might. Fighting against this force of nature, the battle would continue for almost a whole 15 minutes feeling like an eternal war. Man vs fish. With every spin of that reel I was beckoning it closer meter by meter, inch by inch until I had a glimpse at the stuff of legend... It was pearly white with diamond shaped scales and jewels ingraved on its skin, it was beautiful and magnificent, hooking onto something bearly within reach it was moments from being mine, until... It went silent, seconds of being rangled in the monster was quiet almost as if it escaped. I could feel myself reel in slack line, it frayed off. A deep wound began to sink in my heart, I didnt believe it, denial then acceptance. But it was every bit of fear that I never wished upon. Sweat and tears ran down my face as the line had nothing on the end of it and I stood there for a moment watching the waves break thinking fishing is THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT.
I have lived in Geraldton and fished off tarcoola beach for all my life. I was wishing every night for that 60kg jewy. I ceased the opportunity but the fish took off everything. I was heartbroken but maybe I learned a lesson that day? ALWAYS HAVE A HEAVY LEADER.
I'd say one specific occasion stands above the rest when my luck fell short taking on some beach fishing. I love fishing in all forms but will say that beach fishing is a style I have not really committed to before. After waiting 15 minutes or so with a pilchard thrown out there on gangs, all of a sudden we were on! The unfortunate situation here was however, every time I would wind the spool back down the shaft, it would hit a spot and grab immediately with quite a bit of force to get it going again. Another full wind and it would happen again. After a 5-10 minute fight, I unfortunately lost the fish as the reel continued to grab and I managed to pull hooks.
On the jetty at Kingfisher Bay Fraser Island and a huge GT went for my lure but turned at the last minute 😩 I still think about the PB that could of been.
What a awesome trailer! Can't wait for the series. Too many unfair moments when fishing but my most memorable moment would be when I first started out chasing Yellowbelly on lure. After a few month chasing Yellas I finally hooked one and got it to my feet, when I bent down to pick it up it unhooked itself and swam away 🤦♂️ lucky I successfully landed one only a week after that 😅
my most unfair fishing experience was when i was on my kayak around 11:30 on a saturday morning and the bite was very slow but i casted up under a dock on my kayak with the smallest reel i had with me and a monster snook (40+ inches) absolutely smoked my swimbait, i set the hook and i was tight on what should have been a new pb that would have shattered my old one but unfortunately he got himself wrapped up in the dock but the wind was kicking about 12 knots and the tide was rushing out of the river (can’t forget the relentless amount of wake from boats passing by), so while i was fighting him i was also trying to untangle my line from the dock and trying to paddle at the same time and after about 5 or so minutes i finally get my line untangled and i get the fish out of the dock to where i can see him clearly but then boom, he broke me off and that fish was never to be seen again
As I cast my line into the crystal-clear waters of Jervis Bay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I have heard tales of the legendary fishing spots in this picturesque coastal area, and I was determined to catch a big one. But little did I know, my trusty Penn Slammer 8000 would be put to the test in an unfair way. Strong current swept my live yakka way out, after about 1 and a half hours, i got a massive take. It was a stonker kingy, i fought him for 30+ minutes until i got him right up close to the ledge. Out of nowhere this 4m+ bronze whaler shark absolutely destroys my kingy, one bite half of him was gone. Next thing i know I've got absolutely nothing on my rod except the feeling of devastation.
Was unfair on me mate. Took him sharking at my local spot for a whole day, had one bite at the start of the day and nothing else come night time. After catching many myself, I swapped spots to see if that helped him get onto one. It did not, I immediately hooked one in his spot where he then pulled the pin.
The recent unfair fishing moment was with my 13 year old daughter chasing Spanish Mackerel. Just off the Jumpin Pin bar trolling a hard body lure we hooked up within minutes of starting on the 50Lbs overhead outfit. My daughter has Cerebral Palsy which mainly affects her walking, so she got into the game chair to start the fight. Typical Spanish Mackerel with high speed runs and big head shakes. After nearly twenty minutes and a lot of hard work we have the fish along side. I grab the leader and bang, the hooks let go. My daughter is devastated, she cannot believe what happened after all that time and effort. This loss has scarred her, she has raised the point with me on a number of occasions. She is yet to catch her first Spanish Mackerel.
Went out squidding with me uncle not long ago and was skunked all day, the sun started to set the colour of the sky’s change to a nice orange, my uncle finally hooked on a squid and as soon as be brings it into the the boat, a jet propelled stream of ink flys into my face, even though it was an unfortunate event we shared a barrel of laughs.
My most unfair fishing moment was was about 10 years ago. I was on my buddies boat fishing for salmon out on the ocean. I was just reeling in my reel to change the bait and we had a good wave and lost my rod and reel into the ocean. It was either me go into the ocean or rod and reel. I was so bummed!! It was my go to rod and reel for trolling for salmon 😢!
It was a few years back I use to own a true kit and we were a long way offshore at Akaroa NZ. My friend and I were just getting into fishing and had just purchased our first proper reels Penn slammer 3 and were on the hunt for our first king fish. We had been trolling for a hour or two on the hunt and just came across a bust up both our reels set off like a pair of horses at Melbourne cup final.we both grabbed our rods and started reeling,eyes lit up with the hopes of the famous yellow tail. Mine was first to the boat but no yellowtail more the famous grin of a barracouda. My mate continued to fight and a few mins later we got our first glimpse of a kingfish but he wasn’t alone as he brang it in close a pack of kingfish went under the boat I watch as 5 of the most beautiful fish swam right under the boat my Barra still on the line threatening to pop the boat. I managed to get it off the line but the other kingfish were well gone and it was time to take my mates first photo with the prized fish.we chucked it back and jumped straight back on the hunt. Lures back in as we set off trolling again. A couple of mins later my reel took back off this time it was big and it meant business. I grabbed the reel boat still ticking along. It was taking line at a rate to get your heat pumping. A few moments later my mates line got hit but with so much force and as he had had the drag cranked up from the last battle with the kingfish it broke the rod holder and he’s gear was gone we spun the boat around looking for it but it was gone Davey jones locker the new owner of the Penn slammer combo. My reel was still bustling but with all the distractions with the other rod I had left it to late it had reached the end of the line and was starting to pull the nose of the boat under. We were taking on water and had to cut the line. The water drained out one of the benefits of those boats and we motored home in silence having lost my mates rod and spooled mine. We learnt a lot of lessons from that trip one being that your Penn fishing combo you bought to catch your dream fish might just do exactly what it’s meant to but it could also be one time use.
The most unfair thing, brought a cheap Warhorse 2 combo to go foshing for the first time on my mates boat. Got stuck fishing off the front, had my rod in the holder clamped to the rail. Turns out wasnt clamped as tite as it should be, hooked up rod holder slipped, rod fell out lost my rod. Then got sea sick. Good times
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was fishing The Great Barrier Reef off Cairns. I hooked a Red Emperor that was between 65-70cm. I got it to the side of the boat when out of nowhere, a huge Tiger Shark ate it. It would've been my 1st legal Red Emperor.
Fishing can definitely be unfair and heartbreaking that’s for sure. On a recent trip which was all about my wife and I catching our first ever Barramundi I hooked six Barramundi in one particular hole but all spat the hook and got off 3 foot or so from the bank We just couldn’t land one. We left that session feeling shattered. Luckily we tried another spot 2 days later and both my wife and I caught our first ever legal Barramundi’s Mine was 58cm My wife’s 69cm Still smiling 2 months later Great video by the way Team 👌
The most unfair fishing moment i had was when i was fishing with this light combo. I tied a hook and sinker on to my line then i casted it out. Than i decided to go for a walk up the riverbank just to see what ia up there. I look back and see my rod bent over with drag screening. I quickly race back over to pick up my rod. I was only little so i set the hook but the fish was still running. My dumb kid mind though it would be a good idea to titen the drag all the way up. Snap the line went i was devastated that i never got to land the biggest fish i had ever cought at the time. There you have it. It was a good lesson not to titen the drag all the way up when you have a big fish on. From this day i set my drag very loose so i dont loose another big fish.
Was of the rocks up nelson bay way. We woke up at 3 am Make it to the legend time at time. Target fish longtail on spin. Fished Fished into The sun rise and we managed to catch our live bait. After couple hours of spinning and our bait rods out the reel screams of a longtail over 10 kgs had taken the livie. The thing peeled drag for a solid 30 seconds non stop. We faught and faught to tame the beast. But 2 no result. The fish was 2 powerful. The fight lasted for a good 40 mins of running up and down the ledge. We then relised we forgot pur gaff. The windy turned 2 a 35 km onshore right into our faces. Suddenly me m8s screams out shark while waiting for a gaff shot a A large fin breached right behind the tuna. The tuna went for a run then bang. The water at out feet went red. A massive shark had eaten our tuna and was now taking of with my snell rig and half a tuna on its mouth. Battling this shark for all of 5mins before it almost spools me and snaps of. Then the long walk back 2 the car
My most unfair moment is yet to come, as someone relatively new to the scene who knows how or when it will happen but the day it does come I will think of this exact comment and maybe even update it hahah
My most unfair fishing moment was when after years of trying, I finally hooked a barrel tuna off Portland Victoria on my Penn 70 Intentional outfit. I actually saw it take the short corner skirt about 10 metres behind the boat. It looked bloody big as its head and back came up out of the water to inhale the lure… probably the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed while fishing! We fought it for about 20-30 minutes when it took a big arching run near the surface and the line went a tiny bit slack and we dropped it when the hooks fell out. 😭 Later that day I went through all my game lures, and checked and sharpened all the hooks. 😢😂
My most unfair moment was fishing alongside my friends, all using the same range of bait, similar gear, only to see them get bite after bite, while my bait just got wetter and wetter. And then they started hauling them in…I waited and waited, tried a few things and as the light started to change, they went quiet and suddenly I was on. Big runs, screaming (Penn) reel and bang, a kings launched itself on my livie and before I knew it I was elbowing those same friends out of the way to get the right angle on that king. Unfair all day to me, and then utterly unfair to my friends in an unforgettable once in a life time moment of a 15kg King. A great day out and a reminder of how quickly the unfairness can change - to your advantage. The wonders and joys of fishing
My most unfair fishing moment was my first time Barra fishing in the cape I had never caught a wild Barra and my first hook up was a 70-80 cm I was so happy got it near the boat and it jumped throwing the hook was gutted My first Barra on the boat was a little smaller at 30cm was still happy landing one My trusty Penn battle caught me 59 Barra on that trip and plenty more species as well
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 9 or 10. I may not have the most crazy story being that I am only 15 but I was camping with my family at a lake in Pennsylvania and this is when I just started getting into fishing. I would watch all of the videos and be out there for hours. I was walking around the lake with my friend fishing different spots and right in front of a house on the lake there was a little dock. I put on a Texas rig senko and I cast it out. I had a good feeling about this cast. I was reeling and working the senko when I felt a giant bite. I set the hook and started reeling. It was a biggan. I thought “this is definitely my pb!” As I got closer to the shore I was trying to keep the fish down. The bass jump! As the bass jumped I saw the senko get ripped out of his mouth. I reeled in as fast as fast as I could. I started casting and casting trying to find this fish and get him back on. I was there for about 30 minutes, then the woman who owned the house kindly asked me to get off of the dock. At this point I knew the largemouth was gone and felt defeated. I thought “stuff like this sucks but I will catch more fish.”
The most unfair thing while fishing, was when we were dead set on catching our first metre flathead here on the central coast Australia. After a few days of pannys and donuts we were close to giving up hope. Until that last cast in the third straight day with a nessie tied on, few slow rolls and a hop ended with a monster hit. That was the one, hooked on 12lb so had to give it some room and take it slow, a good 30min fight around some decent structures and I had the fish boat side, what a fish. Easily a metre plus, a head bigger than a grown man’s hand, got my mate to get down there with the net so we could treat her gentle and get some pics before returning her back home to swim another day. A rookie on the net he’s gone to net it tail first! Spooked her straight away and she’s tried another run on me, but of a circle and she’s back for him to have another go, in abit of a panic he’s tried to scoop her up again, but this time he’s gone in sideways, the net got half the fish before she’s spooked and kicked again, and bang. She spat the hooks and took off. I didn’t talk to him for awhile after that. I still think of that fish, haven’t come close to one that size since. 😢
When I was 10 years old, my family had just moved into a new house, and I hadn't made any friends yet. One day, while exploring the park, I noticed some kids swimming in a nearby creek. Curious, I ventured down to the creek and discovered it littered with fishing line and tackle among the rocks. Determined, I ran back home, grabbed a piece of bamboo from the garden and some moldy bread from the bin, and rushed back to the creek. There, I untangled some fishing line from the bushes to and salvaged a few hooks. To my sheer delight, this makeshift setup led to me catching a 42cm bream. Overjoyed, I sprinted home with the live fish in tow. When my mother asked where the hell I had gotten it from. Now, twenty-four years later, I have children of my own who share my passion for fishing. Each time I’m out fishing, I find myself reliving the excitement and wonder of that unforgettable day when I was just a 10-year-old boy.
My wife and I went deep sea fishing on our honeymoon in fiji. While out on the water we saw a massive bust-up in the distance. Winding up and heading over the anticipation was tremendous. Trolling around the bust-up area a real started to scream!!! We hooked up and off we went for the fight of a liftime, having to take turns heaving and winding in the tropical humidity we became weary quickly. An hour and fifteen minutes pass and we are gaining tremendous ground. With the imagination going wild of what it could be, all of a sudden the rod bent right over to the edge of the boat then snap!!! The steal trace was severed through. The devastation of losing the fish if a lifetime had an impact for the rest of the honeymoon thats for sure.
My most unfair fishing moment is.... not enough moments to go fishing. Oh, during a Barra Classic, losing a metre + barra, which had just jumped for several teams to see, and then hooking a sub 50cm whilst retrieving the lure. "Shrunk a bit, did it?" Was the comment from the then DGFC president.....
My most unfair fishing trip was right here at home. I went fishing in our neighborhood lake and caught a really nice Bass, at least 5 pound. I unhooked him and went to get my iPhone for a picture before I released him and guess what. He flopped back into the lake before I returned with my phone for the picture.
My unfair fishing moment was Christmas 2022 when i went rainbow trout fishing with my grandpa for the first time in a remote creek. I walked up the creek about 200m and found a deep pond filled with snags and sticks first cast hooked a big two pound male rainbow. I tightened the drag a lot but little did I realise that I was only using eight pound leader I got the fish to were I was standing but I had no way of landing it. The fish went for one last run and shake of the head and snap line to the hook snapped clean off due to my tight drag. I later ran back to camp when I told my grandpa what had just happened and he didn’t believe me. Later on in The day I took my grandpa there and he caught one bigger than I had hooked and then he belived me.
My first snapper off the rocks was lost at my feet when snagged in a cunji bed, it was there in plain sight 15ft below me and all I could do was watch it until the line eventually snapped and off he swam......
I was fighting a 6ft cobia off the pier and after getting it to the pier my brother was lowering the net down to retrieve it and as soon as it gets into the net my line snaps and the fish swims off!
My most unfair fishing moment was at a wharf when I had caught a rod it was a little dock runner and it seems it hadn't been down there for very long so I thought it would be a good idea to rig up the rod and I did but when a fish bite my bait the nylon snapped and i repeatedly doing this and lost a shit ton of tackle that day.
1am I couldn’t sleep, I kissed the mrs and the kids while they slept and I packed the rods and snuck off into the night. Arrived at 2am set the first Rod up in a holder wedged in the rocks while a started rigging up the second one. I had just got the mainline through the last eyelet of my second rod when I hear my old 760 slammer SCREAM!! From behind me in my flurry I dropped my second rod on the ground and sprinted toward the buckled rod with line peeling out of it. I gave the drag a twist, yanked the rod out and set the hook as if I was lifting the earth below me. I climbed up the rocks and the fight was on! Gaining back a decent amount of line I felt it was time to descend the rock wall with rod in one hand and gaff in the other. Each step down each rock my dream fish decided it wanted to see what I had in the tank and would go for another big run. After a good bit of excitement and almost what felt like an eternity I was at the bottom rock and my fish was close also. I stabilised myself and got ready to lift the fish closer when it decided to give its last ditch effort to get away and thrashed around one last time to release its self from my 2 7/0 snelled hooks I felt the slack in the line and I felt the slack in my heart. And to me that’s why the sport we chose is “The most unfair sport”
I have been chasing barramundi in some of the most remote places in qld and catch more Barra in a year than most fishos catch in a lifetime, and yet I have never landed that elusive metery. I have taken people out and even managed to get a few newbies their first metery’s and yet I can’t crack that elusive fish. It’s like a private club I am destined to never join. A few years back I was flicking a soft plastic in crystal clear remote Gulf river and just slow winding back to the boat when I seen this big girl engulf my plastic right at the rod tip. The bucket opened , the plastic disappeared, and after a moment of hesitation the big girl disappeared upstream pulling a heap of string. After a couple of long runs I dared to dream that this might just be my day. The runs had slowed and she was clear of any snags. I instructed my pop to get the net ready as this one was ready for the camera, well she must have heard me because at that moment she completely burst from the water and thrashed about in her last great attempt at freedom. I still remember that moment so vividly. The beautiful giant barramundi completely clear of the water like she was trying to take flight whilst my white plastic grub went hurtling through the air. I have lost numerous metery’s. I am now 38 years old, am I destined to become a 40 year old metery virgin?
My most unfair fishing moment wasn't so much as the one that got away but the one I didn't get to eat back when i was 16. Hooked on to a nice Kingy, got it into the boat and we smoked it whole when we got back. Was smelling a treat. When I went to taste test it, my folks mentioned it was going to a hockey show they were attending that night... was not impressed. Didn't even get a small piece underneath.
Fishing the marker bouys in Whangarei harbour, using a penn slammer 8500 HS 80Lb braid and 100lb wind on leader, jigging for kings, first drop hooked an landed a 18kg healthy specimen, 4th drop hooked a monster, full drag and still couldnt stop it, it ran straight for and wrapped me around the bouy anchor chain and i lost it, dream about what size it was to this day
It was early on a Saturday morning, and I had set my alarm for before dawn. I couldn't sleep much the night before, thinking about the fishing trip. I packed my gear, grabbed some snacks, and headed out to the lake. The air was cool, and everything was covered in dew, making the world seem fresh and new. When I got to the lake, the water was perfectly still. After about half an hour there were splashes all over. I knew that it was feeding time. I picked a silver spinner, thinking it looked cool and might attract something big. I cast my line and settled into my chair hoping for something big. Splash after splash I was losing hope. The first hour passed slowly, and I started to get bored. Just when I was about to give up, I felt a sudden, strong tug on the line. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I tightened my grip on the rod, and set the hook. I knew had gotten the “big one” on. The line began pulling out faster than ever before and I could feel the power of the fish fighting against me. I was reeling in, trying not to panic and lose it. The fish was pulling hard, diving deep, and making the reel scream. Minutes dragged on like hours. My arms were getting tired, and I was exhausted but I didn't care. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I pictured myself showing off the massive fish to my friends, taking a million pictures to show of for Instagram, and basking in the glory of my epic catch. Finally, I managed to gain some ground. The fish was getting tired but so was I. Eventually I caught a glimpse of it just below the surface and it was enormous, easily the biggest fish I'd ever seen. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I was so nervous! I carefully guided it toward the dock, reaching for the net with one hand. Just as I was about to scoop it up, the fish made a sudden, desperate leap. My pole slipped from my grasp. I naturally jumped in the water to grab the pole to keep it from getting away. As I grabbed the pole I felt the line snap and I watched in horror as the fish vanished back into the depths. I was stunned, with the broken line dangling from my rod. I swam back to my chair and slumped down, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. The big one had gotten away, but it was an experience I knew I’d never forget.
My most unfair fishing moment is also my favourite moment. Having to untangle fishing line for my children might be agonising and time consuming, but, watching them enjoying being on the tinny makes up for it without a doubt.
THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT. It was about two years ago my dad and I were at the jetty it was winter and I had just got a my first batcasta. I new it was going to be slow but I didn't care being 14 at the time and the only ones there. After about 2 hours dad went to get dinner and I stayed with the rod. Just after dad left I felt some bites on the bate and I set the hook what ever it was it was heavy the rod i had just got was only a medium heavy 6 foot 2. The line was tort and the rod at Max bend I only fort it ten or so minutes until till pop the brand new rod snaps inhalf, taking the line with it when I tried to bring it to the surface. At this point I panicked thinking I was going to get in trouble and unscrewed the rod from the reel and throw what was left of the rod in the bin and hid the reel in my tackle box. I told my dad that I got up and walked around then something dragged it in, and I couldn't reach it in time. At this point in time I don't know why I lied and I think if he new what happened he probably would have been a bit less disappointed, I still have the same reel today.
Was a young lad about 8 or 9 at the boat show with dad. He got a pair of really expensive polarised sunglasses and got a deal to get me a pair. He got the neck strap and asked if I wanted one and I said no because I didn’t think it was very cool.
Cut to our first trip out on the boat outside the Sydney heads. Time to break out the new polarised glasses! First time! I’m using a hand-line and look down the side of the boat to release it. As soon as I look down the glasses slide off my face and straight into the ocean. I reached for the net but it was too late… they were gone. I never told him until years later.
The thing is. It’s around 26 years later and he still has his pair from that day! Long story short I ALWAYS use a neck strap now 😂
My most unfair fishing moment was, i just spooled up my brand new slammer dx 8500 with 50lb slammer braid, went down to the local and got some live herring, made the 1km walk to the end of the breakwall in the pitch black with my little brother, i chucked out my first live bait and boom a huge sparking run easily stopped by the slammer dx, the fish surfaced and it was my first ever mulloway.
The fish was around the 1 metre mark and i was ecstatic, all i had to do was manouvere it around a rock pretruding from the wall and it would have been scooped up, instead a wave came and surged rhe fish into the breakwall, i fought for 10 mins to hold it up while we tried to leader the fish, i tried to go around the back of my brother for a different angle, slipped on the rocks and dinged and scratched my brand new reel on its first trip.
In the end i had to snap the 60lb leader which held on for over 30 minutes while i tried to get the fish out, i went home completely defeated and i had to polish up my spool on the reel with my wifes nail buffer because it was all dinged up. Still havent caught another since.
No way, that’s brutal
I wouldn’t normally comment these things but hope this changes the attitude of the some locals as there’s definitely unfair behaviour and rudeness when non locals make a trip to well known ledges
My most unfair fishing moment is every single moment. When I spend hours preparing rigs, as a kid, to only having a 4 hr sesh once a month. I put in all that effort to sometimes go out with bait untouched or bitten off by tailor.
One day I left my rod sitting cause we weren’t catching. 5 seconds later, I lost the slack and next thing I know, my Penn pursuit 4000 is running across the river. The one that gets away is always the best one. And that’s why fishing is so unfair. I’m stuck with not much gear left and any rod or reel will
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@@infoxarjunyt7183 well said
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 14 or 15.
My dad and I were fishing on the Gold Coast inshore reefs. I was using my favourite rod and reel combo, a Penn power stick 320 GTI with a Penn 330 GTI reel loaded with 25-30 lb mono (I still have them).
We were fishing for snapper and had caught a few. Our normal fishing rig was the normal two hook paternoster rig. I remember having watch a fishing show where they used a ball sinker straight down onto the hook and let it drift out the back, so I tried that. After catching a decent snapper and put another bait out, but this time I lobbed it up current a bit to try to get the bait deeper. After letting more line out then before, I put the rod down and grabbed a drink and then the rod buckled over.
I fought the fish for what felt like 20 minutes, but was probably really about 5 minutes, a nice big silver fish popped up behind the boat in the current.
I’d hooked my first ever jewfish, and it was over a meter long! Dad was handling the landing net and was telling me to wind the line up slowly. It got to within about half a meter of the landing net, shook its head and the hook fell out! We couldn’t believe it! It drifted back a little, then we saw the tail kick on the surface and it went back down.
Later that day, we went and bought a landing net with a longer handle! 😂
I haven’t been fishing very long but my most brutal story was when I went salt water fishing in the Gulf of Mexico for Goliath groupers, (bucket list fish) and we’re I went they were in structures and whenever one bit the bait, within a few minutes the line would snap due to it being rubbed against the structure. I was never able to land one.
Absolutely killing it guys cant wait to watch this
Hi my fishing moment was right up the top of New zealand at spirits bay on the beach in a storm very deep water, when my partner caught a little fish and as a joke I said to use for a live bate. Anyway he did try and caught the biggest fish ever a 7.9 kg kawai the biggest iv ever seen. There was a kawai comp on that weekend and a pig hunting comp over east cast which we had the pig for and was late so gave the fish to his mum to won that fishing comp which it did... and for got to take pictures of the fish... that fish was a world record😢
Fishing from the rocks at the south coast of Merimbula, I hooked a rare yellowtail kingfish at dawn. I had been trying to catch one for a couple of months. The battle was intense; my heart raced as the fish nearly pulled me into the ocean. After what felt like hours, I finally saw its shimmering scales. Just as victory was within reach, it made one last powerful leap, snapping the line and vanishing into the depths. Ever since, I've been chasing that elusive catch, my most unfair fishing moment.
I took my mate fishing on the Clyde River in NSW. We hadn't caught much all weekend, nothing to brag about anyway... Until Sunday morning, we're drifting pass the caravan park in Nelligen, pillies bouncing through the weed, when 'zzzzzz' line starts peeling off my mates reel.
The tinny was getting dragged around as he continued to fight the monster below on 6lb mono. As he started to retrieve some line i went scrambling for the net, only to realise i left my net at home and only had a kayak net.
After an epic battle he got the fish to the surface. A massive flathead, easily 1m+. I grabbed the lip grips and managed to get them on big girls lip. I dragged her to the net but her head was too wide to fit inside.
After being spooked she gave a big head shake, the lip grips came off, the hook came out and she swam away. My mate let out a deafening scream as the onlookers from the park witnessed the battle end.
She was always going to be returned to the water, a photo would've been amazing though.
It's unfair on him i didn't get organised and have my net that day. 4 years later he hasn't been fishing as he can't handle the thought of that happening again. Maybe he is the one that got away?
Can’t wait for this full film, something that I do lots as fisherman myself nothing beats catching fish of the land
Myself and couple family members fishing off eaglehawk Neck , trolling for the big tuna. One was spewing overboard the other up the front trying to sleep (pale white).I turn around to put my jumper away and BANG the Penn reel is Screaming within seconds 300+ meters of line gone, favourite Penn leader & best lure i ever owned is all gone 😢never caught anything for the rest of the trip. The one that got away
A late autumn’s afternoon as me and my best mate were done off the local rocks spinning for some late season Kingfish, about 3 hours in we were almost done two 40+ Aussie Salmon but no sign of the elusive kingfish until all of a sudden I sight casted into a small splash I saw on the surface and my lure got smashed. About a 20 minutes fight until I finally got the rat of a kingfish, at least 75+ up to the rocks. As the fish went for one last run I made the most rookie mistake and got a tip wrap but instead of snapping me clean off my rod bent clean in half and snapped like a twig. This is my most unlucky moment and also the reason I need a new rod😢
Nice work Penn ANZ Team! I love my Authority and Fathom II reels!
I had a probably 70-80 cm king fish on close to my pb off a rock wall then had the fish dish in between the rocks near a wobbigong shark which had a strike at it and bit through the line. It swam away without injury.
Penn, the right gear for the big day fishing
I spent my childhood and teen years dreaming of a billfish. This year, I gave it my first proper crack on a family trip to North WA. Of the week we were there, we had 3 days with decent weather to go wide. Didn't even raise one on the first 2 days. Day 3, swell is up to 3m but the wind looks alright so we crazily sent it through the passage and went out deep. After a few hours, I finally raised my first black marlin. The first I'd ever seen with my own eyes. It hit the skirt and lit up. I instantly stopped the boat not knowing better and started trying to hook it. It spat the hooks and hit my other lure, but with the boat stationary it spat those hooks too. Didn't see another one - gutted. Until next year eh...
@@tomwalkerproperty what’s the next fish Tom it never stops pb ect well done
I've had many unfair moments throughout my many fishing experiences, I've lost lots of fish that could've been my biggest, leaving me feeling like a lost a part of myself. It's funny how losing a fish which you haven't even seen can leave you feeling with that horrible feeling. Anyway my most of my unfair fishing moments are either a chain of events, leading to the loss of a fish or a sudden event. My most unfair moment was a chain of events, the first event was a day before my most unfair moment. This event was losing my net, dropping it in the water, a stupid face palm moment. The next day people were catching massive kahawai, bigger than I've ever seen around 60-70cm. (My Biggest at this point was, and still is 54cm) some people were catching them by using chicken for bait at the surface, waiting for a kahawai to come by and then yanking them into their chili bins. I decided to chuck some pillchard out on a surf caster. After a while i got some big bites. I got the feeling that i get whenever i hook up to a decent fish, my stomach drops and a fire burns in my chest, i can't really explain this feeling but i hope you can relate. At this point everyone was watching me, not what i like to happen. The fish revealed itself as it jumped out of the water a few times. It was a kahawai, as big as the other ones caught earlier that day. When i brought the fish towards the edge of the Wharf, exhilarated after the fight it put up, i began to lift it up and onto the Wharf when i started losing hope. Throughout the process of reeling in the kahawai, my line had managed to twist itself over the tip of the rod, making it impossible to reel in anymore. The kahawai was now around half a metre above the Wharf and half a metre out. Unable to reel i started walking backwards but there wasn't enough room for me to get the kahawai over the Wharf. I was holding the full weight of the big Kahawai and my muscles were starting to feel it. By now i was panicking, i was in the moment focused on landing this fish. My friend started to reach for the kahawai being just out of his reach, he grabbed onto the bait table and tried to lean out to grab it. At this moment the kahawai manged to get the hook out of its mouth and drop back into the water.i reckon the hook slipped loose after it jumped out of the water a few times. The kahawai left me feeling disappointed and i began to think about everything i could've done to secure that fish. But if course it's almost impossible to think rationally when you have a fish on as you are locked in the moment, with your body rushed full of adrenaline. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. There is nothing you can do but think about what you could've done after losing a great fish, you tell yourself you did all you could but the feeling of regret will never leave.
The last time I fished my local ledge, there was a massive bust up just about 100m from shore with sailfish and sharks jumping all around. Since I had no way to cast out there with my light setup, I threw a metal as far as I could when I had something easily 1.5m follow it up and get airborne hitting it, I set the hook and my leader snapped. Clean snap, lure, fish, and motivation gone.
I use the SpinFisher VI 4500 and love it! It gives me a huge advantage when fighting some huge battles! Love it! I've made a few videos on my channels using it. Killer reel! Keep up the great work guys. You are defo doing something right! It's working. Let's go fishing :)
I set off on my first and last trip to moreton island with my shiny new heavy #penn prevail rod and slammer and the expectations of a gleeful child awaking on Christmas morn! Being the 'experinaced' fisho of the works lads camping crew the pressure was on to produce. Afternoon one I hooked a reasonable dart which was persued in the retrieve by a formidable bronze shadow in the gutter on the way in. My response was to switch the leader to wire pin the dart on my biggest circle hook and send her back out with a bravado only matched with the level of scoffing form the boys. Not 5 mins later the crowd on the beach were shaken out of boozy lethargy buy a giant eruption about 30m out as a bull shark turned on top on my dart live bait which then began slowly moving away with the torque of a 8v 79 Cruiser, it peeled my braid from the 8500HS slammer IV, expecting the worse and feeling somewhat out of my depth but determined not to show it I locked up the drag and followed it down the beach. To my joy she turned after about 50m and swam back up the gutter! About 20ims passed with the Noah coasting back and forth along the breakers, by which time quote a crowd had gathered around me including a 4x4 bus full of young European tourists.and a young lad in awe of what was unfolding. Slowly making ground on each turn of the behemoth I was getting confident and turned to to point and acknowledge the crowd, with 80lb braids the rod and reel were supporting much of my 85kilo frame as I lent into the toothy critters. I had even sent one of the boys to fashion a noose to tail the beast such was my cocky confidence at that point. And yet alas, the 100lb wire finally gave up sending me crashing on my arse much to delight and chuckles of the gathered crowded. I looked around to see a look of equali disappointment and distain on the face of the young boy as he saw his potential new hero crest fallen with a sand in his crack and hair. 'Aw' he said with a whine, 'I thought you was one of the good fishos'. I cracked a xxxx and retired to the swag.
This happened when I was around 6 or 7 me my dad and his friends drove 7 or 8 hours, during those hours we made it to the fishing spot but I was only able to fish for like half an hour or so and the we drove back home.
We didn't go fishing again till I was 16.
my dad started talking to his old friends again and now we go fishing with his group now!
My dad use PENN fishing gear all his life and his favourite reel is the PENN spin fisher we caught a lot of Barra with it also caught golden snapper with it we caught a lot of fish over the years.
coming from instagram, the most unfair sport. i once had a livie on my penn spinfisher combo out front on our wharf. I was just sitting around waiting for it to buzz, hours went by, not even a hit. But when i was reeling my other big rod in (sadly not penn) i heard the beautiful sound of my penn spin fisher drag screaming. I ran over picked it up and set the hook, still running. i thought to myself, we’re on. but, not even after 15 seconds, i feel my line running, and SNAP! I screamed louder then i have ever screamed. I still believe that was my meter jewy i was chasing…
One of my most unfair fishing moments while barramundi fishing happened during a trip in northern Australia. I felt a strong bite and quickly set the hook. The fish fought hard, making powerful runs and jumps. Just as I was about to bring it in, it surged toward some nearby mangroves and snagged my line. In a split second, it broke free, leaving me empty-handed. Watching that barramundi swim away felt like a real heartbreaker!
I was on the bow of my mates dads commercial fishing boat stray lining slack tide in my favourite harbour trying to catch my personal best trevally when 2 big kingys turned up in the cloud of chopped up pilchards, I was dead silent waiting for a take and not 30 seconds later I hooked up to the biggest of the two, 20 seconds later I had muscled it up to the surface, but due to the fact I was up on the bow it was proving almost impossible to gaf, no more than 10 seconds later it woke up and went on a screaming run straight towards and around the pile ons of the warf, it scraped my 80lb black magic trace to hell and ending up breaking it a few seconds later. My face was identical to a melting ice cream in the hot sun and my heart had sunk into my chest. To make it worse, after I had re-tied my rig I ended up hooking that giant trevally that I was originally fishing for. You may be wondering why this made the day worse, well… it took me for another screaming run straight towards and around the exact same pile-on that I had just lost the kingy on, my brand new 80lb trace was once again shredded beyond recognition and I had suddenly lost the ability to talk or make facial expressions, to this day I still talk and complain about the day I lost an estimated 6kg trevally and an estimated 20kg kingy. My personal best trevally to this day is 4kg and I still haven’t caught a legal kingy despite having hooked more than I can count😔😂(I live in NZ just for context)🤙 #kingycurse ❤❤🙏🙏
My Unfair fishing moment happened a couple of months ago. Me and my dad are both quite new to fishing especially fishing on a boat since we’ve only had our first boat for a short period. In port Phillip bay snapper season is a big deal and many anglers tend to have no issue finding them. However for me and my dad it couldn’t be further from that. We’ve been out countless times and not been able to find snapper. One day we were sounding around when our sounder lit up with large arches stacking up on the bottom meaning it could only be snapper! The sounder showed some great quality fish and they were in numbers. It was a calm day and we anchored up perfectly and began fishing, getting some big bites. Unfortunately all of a sudden the weather drastically turned from 5knkts of wind to like 25knts swaying us away from the fish making it unfishable. This happened within like 2 minutes of setting anchor. It poured down with rain and my dad and I were left empty handed and haven’t found them since. It was Super unlucky and incredibly unfortunate.
Most unfair thing that happened to the one that got away (responding from Insta). I was sitting on some muddy rocks getting eaten alive by mozzies and sandies and I was on the "last cast" of the evening (sun was setting). After a few little bites that suddenly ceased, I had a massive fish hook on out of no where. The fish peeled drag like crazy, running sideways and down along the rock face. I was a novice fisherwoman and panicked. Instead if tightening the drag I put my finger down on the line and squeezed. Burnt a hole in my finger and the line snapped. Super dissapointing, but ill keep going back until I catch him!
Short but sweet, In the Mersey river on the north coast of Tasmania I spent about 2 hours trekking it through the bush to a “Trout zone” the local BCF guy told me held big browns. I spent 2 hours walking down this muddy trail without casting a line as I still hadn’t reached the water, by the time I got there I started casting around this beautiful little stream with a little paddle tail that I had pre-tied onto my rod.
Before long however, I got snagged on a submerged log and had to snap off the lure, when I went into my bag I realised I had forgot essentially every single jighead I had as I left the tackle box at the house I was staying at.
Frustrated and tired I found a little Tassie devil spinner in the bottom of my bag, and with no other option I tied it on and began casting.
Only about 3-4 casts later I see a monster brown trout come out from under a log and smack the Tassie devil, i was in awe of the size and colours, it has everything you’d want in a big trout including the gnarly head that the big ones typically have. After fighting it for about 2 minutes I begin to bring it in towards the net when it makes a final jump and spits the hook right at my feet.
“NOOOO” I shouted, I had just lost the fish I had walked all this way for, and probably the fish of a lifetime. To only make things worse I preceded to get snagged on another log and lose the Tassie devil, with no lures left I begrudgingly made the 2 hour walk back to the car park, defeated.
When I 7 I dropped a 60 cm flatty and a minute later my dad hooked up and caught the same fish.
PENN IS THE BEST!!!!! Have a couple pen spinfisher ssm 750s and could not be happier! I am currently saving for either a Penn slammer or Penn battle. I would be very grateful to win this giveaway! 😊😊
As a South African than recently moved to Australia, it is amazing to see how much awesome land based fishing spots Australia has. I would love to explore these remote fishing spots!
Great show
On a fishing trip overseas with plans of multiple fish of a lifetime, it was day 5 of non-stop casting with minimal action from a few species other than the target. One of the targeted species, a dogtooth tuna, came up behind my lure and followed it all the way to the boat, only to go down under the hull and down the reef edge towards the depths.
Moments later, my brother hooked up on a less than appropriate light soft plastic outfit (including a 3500 Spinfisher) to none other than (presumably) the fish that eluded me. After a snapped rod on 20lb and much time passed, my brother landed what became for him a fish of a lifetime, and for myself the one that got away (well almost).
Was young around 8, in the Transkei in South Africa, a rainy mis day, ‘let’s go fishing’ my uncle says. I join exited. Halfway to the spot he forgets his fishing bag, I sit in the rain cold until he comes back. We get there he casts for me ,big bait on.
I start pulling my line in thinking I’m on a rock since I was young, until I realise a reflection. A massive kob/mulloway. I shout to my uncle. He gets close and pulls the line 😢noo never do that. The fish pops of the hook and I never got the kob.
I remember this every time I pull a fish in.
Great vid. Mad love your products.
Penn reels all the way.
“I had just bought a new fishing rod named ‘Queen’ and was very excited to try it out for the first time. I decided to go fishing in the Choice Canal, one of the best fishing spots in the area. The weather was perfect, and I felt like I was going to have a great day of fishing.
Upon arriving at the canal, I started preparing my gear and set up the new rod with the best bait. It didn’t take long before I felt a strong pull on the rod. I was confident it was going to be a big fish, and I started reeling it in enthusiastically. However, due to my inexperience and lack of knowledge on how to handle a big catch, things quickly went south.
The rod began to experience immense pressure, and instead of handling the situation cautiously, I tried to pull the fish in with even more force. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and found that the rod had snapped in half. It was a deeply disappointing moment as the rod was brand new, and I had only used it for a few minutes.
I learned a valuable lesson that day: fishing requires patience and knowledge, and you can’t rely solely on good equipment without having the experience to use it properly.”
My unlucky experiebce was when I was at the swains. Floated out a pilly and got spooked on 40lb by what I think was a huge mackerel
Was about 7 - 8 (when I used to live in Scotland) was on a small dam fishing off the dam wall while being eaten alive by midges caught what must have been a 1-2kg brown trout set my rod down to catch after landing it , it flipped off the hook and back into the dam...
My most unfair fishing moment actually turned out to be pretty good! As a uni student I had spent countless hours chasing the +1m Mulloway on the breakwalls and rivers of the far north (NSW) coast but with only soapies to show for it. I had organised to meet a mate for a night fish but with near monsoonal rainfall, he was a no show and i found myself solo and extremely wet. I managed to jig up only one Herring and with trepidation I cast him out into the blackness. One hour later my 850ssm drag started to click, but instead of a screaming run, I felt only a large weight and very few headshakes and was pretty sure i had hooked onto a nice bit of floating debris or a shopping trolley. To my surprise and after some cranking, a 1.3m Jewie appeared out of the deep. With no gaff or net i hauled the fish out by the gills and cut my hands to ribbons. I had fouled hooked someone else's tangled rig who had been busted off by the 23kg monster and the Jewie must have just been swimming past and been tangled on my line. Whilst i never got to experience the blistering first run of a land based Jewie, wet, cold and bleeding i still went home with the prize and a story to tell and pride (sort of) intact!
I was Snapper fishing in Port Phillip Bay, I'm not exactly sure what happened, I think I didn't put my rod in the holder properly. Anyway moments later I heard my rod go and looked around to see it sail off the boat and into the depths. Gone forever, I was heartbroken! Or so I thought . . . Sometime later when reeling in my other rod the hook tangled around some fishing line, I pulled this in 'as you do' and it ended up being my rod that went overboard 😄. I wound it in and there was a 3kg Snapper still on the hook! 🤟. True Story!
( The Most Unfair Sport) …When i was about 8 years old i used to go fishing with my dad and uncles out on the dingy and one day dad casted out for me (cuz i didnt really know how) and let me reel it back in and bang hook up to a monster fish, was fighting it for about 5 or so minutes and the rod snapped and lost the fish completely. 😂😪
I was 5 years old when dad took me fishing for the first time and I was fishing with a Kmart fishing rod at the time and we were pulling in some decent fish and I had this massive carp on and I wasn’t watching and lost the fishing rod in the water and never got it back I was very sad
It was a cold winters morning I hopped out of the caravan straight to the boat ramp to put head out to the bay. I was about 11 I was fishing with my grandad off his boat in Brisbane. the fishing was slow with just a couple small flathead and whiting on the penn combos. we decided to send out a live herring on the medium combo 30 minutes went pass without a sniff on the live bait. But suddenly the reel started screaming. After a long fight about 20 minutes, we finally got the fish up to the side of the boat…
It was a mess the monster flattie got tangled up in the spare oar. It did not end well the 90cm plus fish was gone.
A couple of years ago I was fishing off the rocks on the Central Coast, NSW. This particular spot never really produced anything big but I still brought my Penn Prevail II and Clash outfit just in case. After casting metal slugs for hours since the crack of dawn I had no bites and the tide had been running out to the point that the waves were only just crashing the height of the rock face. I keep casting and I finally get a hit - and it runs and lunges. The fight doesn't go for too long and I can see it's a huge salmon, it would have been my PB. With no net, I try and time the waves so I can swing it onto the rock platform. After a few failed attempts, I have one more go and I pull the hooks. I sat down for a bit before spending the next few hours casting but not a single touch after that.
In my most unfair moment, no fish escaped, but I was fighting for more than half an hour against a "river stingray" here in Paranacito, Argentina, and after a continuous fight where the stingray detached itself from the bottom of the river and could pick up a few meters, and bury itself again and so on for almost an hour. When it is finally a few meters away from me, I see some leaves and branches peeking out, so my happiness plummeted! A giant tree taken from the river!! hahaha, and he had the same attitudes and behaviors of a stripe so my son and I were very attentive and excited, but it was a tragic moment and at the same time now we laugh at a nice memory and anecdote! greetings from Argentina!.
hopefully better gear makes it a little less unfair!
My most unfair fishing experience was when my dad and I went camping over to GKI and we went in our swags and carried everything in backpacks and by hand we walked about 5km uphill hike to the beach we were going to set up on while carrying all our stuff. Then we walked about 1 km to the creek part where we were going to fish and we had been catching heaps of great fish but nothing amazing until we were on our last cast for awhile and we had got a massive golden trevally on the line and it reached the sand bank then just snapped the line out of nowhere!
We could really use some new tackle especially because we are now travelling Australia for a couple years 😊
Alright so long story short, I was doing some land-based fishing down in Tasmania at a place called Charlottes Cove. I got absolutely skunked all day, but finally after about 5 hours of straight fishing (losing many lures in the process), I hooked up to a beefy atlantic salmon that escaped the nearby aquaculture pens. The beast was probably only 5 meters from the rock i was fishing on. AND SUDDENLY A BLOODY SEAL POPS ITS HEAD OUT OF THE WATER AND PROCEEDS TO SWIM INTO MY LINE, TAKE THE FISH AND OFF IT GOES IN ONE SWOOP. probably still has my lure as a piecing to this day.
last year when i was 15. We launched our ski boat and was go for king maceral. I put a live bait out and i had a Penn Fathom ll lever drag 2 speed after a while i hooked a monster king mackerel of about 34 kgs and then all of a sudden, the hooks pulled right before we gaffed the fish.
At the crack of dawn it was on... I heard the sound of a bell screaming at the top of its voice, it was the reel. The reel was spinning so fast that it was like an whale was tugging it. I raced as fast i could with sand being thrown across the beach onto my clothes and deep inbetween my toes, viciously frothing from the mouth I had never felt this pumped from all the adrenaline. Finally I had hooked onto something BIG. Nothing else was on my mind but the dream of catching that allusive and almost legendary beast, the mulloway. I knew immediately it was the ghost I felt it deep in my bones that this was it and my name would be carved into its flesh, I reeled in with all my might. Fighting against this force of nature, the battle would continue for almost a whole 15 minutes feeling like an eternal war. Man vs fish. With every spin of that reel I was beckoning it closer meter by meter, inch by inch until I had a glimpse at the stuff of legend... It was pearly white with diamond shaped scales and jewels ingraved on its skin, it was beautiful and magnificent, hooking onto something bearly within reach it was moments from being mine, until... It went silent, seconds of being rangled in the monster was quiet almost as if it escaped. I could feel myself reel in slack line, it frayed off. A deep wound began to sink in my heart, I didnt believe it, denial then acceptance. But it was every bit of fear that I never wished upon. Sweat and tears ran down my face as the line had nothing on the end of it and I stood there for a moment watching the waves break thinking fishing is THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT.
I have lived in Geraldton and fished off tarcoola beach for all my life. I was wishing every night for that 60kg jewy. I ceased the opportunity but the fish took off everything. I was heartbroken but maybe I learned a lesson that day? ALWAYS HAVE A HEAVY LEADER.
I'd say one specific occasion stands above the rest when my luck fell short taking on some beach fishing. I love fishing in all forms but will say that beach fishing is a style I have not really committed to before.
After waiting 15 minutes or so with a pilchard thrown out there on gangs, all of a sudden we were on!
The unfortunate situation here was however, every time I would wind the spool back down the shaft, it would hit a spot and grab immediately with quite a bit of force to get it going again. Another full wind and it would happen again. After a 5-10 minute fight, I unfortunately lost the fish as the reel continued to grab and I managed to pull hooks.
On the jetty at Kingfisher Bay Fraser Island and a huge GT went for my lure but turned at the last minute 😩 I still think about the PB that could of been.
Just gives you a reason to try it again...
What a awesome trailer! Can't wait for the series.
Too many unfair moments when fishing but my most memorable moment would be when I first started out chasing Yellowbelly on lure. After a few month chasing Yellas I finally hooked one and got it to my feet, when I bent down to pick it up it unhooked itself and swam away 🤦♂️ lucky I successfully landed one only a week after that 😅
my most unfair fishing experience was when i was on my kayak around 11:30 on a saturday morning and the bite was very slow but i casted up under a dock on my kayak with the smallest reel i had with me and a monster snook (40+ inches) absolutely smoked my swimbait, i set the hook and i was tight on what should have been a new pb that would have shattered my old one but unfortunately he got himself wrapped up in the dock but the wind was kicking about 12 knots and the tide was rushing out of the river (can’t forget the relentless amount of wake from boats passing by), so while i was fighting him i was also trying to untangle my line from the dock and trying to paddle at the same time and after about 5 or so minutes i finally get my line untangled and i get the fish out of the dock to where i can see him clearly but then boom, he broke me off and that fish was never to be seen again
i don’t think i would have lost it if i was using a penn and my birthdays in august so that would be a blessing of a gift
As I cast my line into the crystal-clear waters of Jervis Bay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I have heard tales of the legendary fishing spots in this picturesque coastal area, and I was determined to catch a big one. But little did I know, my trusty Penn Slammer 8000 would be put to the test in an unfair way. Strong current swept my live yakka way out, after about 1 and a half hours, i got a massive take. It was a stonker kingy, i fought him for 30+ minutes until i got him right up close to the ledge. Out of nowhere this 4m+ bronze whaler shark absolutely destroys my kingy, one bite half of him was gone. Next thing i know I've got absolutely nothing on my rod except the feeling of devastation.
Was unfair on me mate. Took him sharking at my local spot for a whole day, had one bite at the start of the day and nothing else come night time. After catching many myself, I swapped spots to see if that helped him get onto one. It did not, I immediately hooked one in his spot where he then pulled the pin.
Fingers crossed for the giveaway 🤞
The recent unfair fishing moment was with my 13 year old daughter chasing Spanish Mackerel. Just off the Jumpin Pin bar trolling a hard body lure we hooked up within minutes of starting on the 50Lbs overhead outfit. My daughter has Cerebral Palsy which mainly affects her walking, so she got into the game chair to start the fight. Typical Spanish Mackerel with high speed runs and big head shakes. After nearly twenty minutes and a lot of hard work we have the fish along side. I grab the leader and bang, the hooks let go. My daughter is devastated, she cannot believe what happened after all that time and effort. This loss has scarred her, she has raised the point with me on a number of occasions. She is yet to catch her first Spanish Mackerel.
Went out squidding with me uncle not long ago and was skunked all day, the sun started to set the colour of the sky’s change to a nice orange, my uncle finally hooked on a squid and as soon as be brings it into the the boat, a jet propelled stream of ink flys into my face, even though it was an unfortunate event we shared a barrel of laughs.
My most unfair fishing moment was was about 10 years ago.
I was on my buddies boat fishing for salmon out on the ocean. I was just reeling in my reel to change the bait and we had a good wave and lost my rod and reel into the ocean. It was either me go into the ocean or rod and reel. I was so bummed!! It was my go to rod and reel for trolling for salmon 😢!
It was a few years back I use to own a true kit and we were a long way offshore at Akaroa NZ. My friend and I were just getting into fishing and had just purchased our first proper reels Penn slammer 3 and were on the hunt for our first king fish. We had been trolling for a hour or two on the hunt and just came across a bust up both our reels set off like a pair of horses at Melbourne cup final.we both grabbed our rods and started reeling,eyes lit up with the hopes of the famous yellow tail. Mine was first to the boat but no yellowtail more the famous grin of a barracouda. My mate continued to fight and a few mins later we got our first glimpse of a kingfish but he wasn’t alone as he brang it in close a pack of kingfish went under the boat I watch as 5 of the most beautiful fish swam right under the boat my Barra still on the line threatening to pop the boat. I managed to get it off the line but the other kingfish were well gone and it was time to take my mates first photo with the prized fish.we chucked it back and jumped straight back on the hunt. Lures back in as we set off trolling again. A couple of mins later my reel took back off this time it was big and it meant business. I grabbed the reel boat still ticking along. It was taking line at a rate to get your heat pumping. A few moments later my mates line got hit but with so much force and as he had had the drag cranked up from the last battle with the kingfish it broke the rod holder and he’s gear was gone we spun the boat around looking for it but it was gone Davey jones locker the new owner of the Penn slammer combo. My reel was still bustling but with all the distractions with the other rod I had left it to late it had reached the end of the line and was starting to pull the nose of the boat under. We were taking on water and had to cut the line. The water drained out one of the benefits of those boats and we motored home in silence having lost my mates rod and spooled mine.
We learnt a lot of lessons from that trip one being that your Penn fishing combo you bought to catch your dream fish might just do exactly what it’s meant to but it could also be one time use.
The most unfair thing, brought a cheap Warhorse 2 combo to go foshing for the first time on my mates boat. Got stuck fishing off the front, had my rod in the holder clamped to the rail. Turns out wasnt clamped as tite as it should be, hooked up rod holder slipped, rod fell out lost my rod. Then got sea sick. Good times
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was fishing The Great Barrier Reef off Cairns. I hooked a Red Emperor that was between 65-70cm. I got it to the side of the boat when out of nowhere, a huge Tiger Shark ate it. It would've been my 1st legal Red Emperor.
Fishing can definitely be unfair and heartbreaking that’s for sure.
On a recent trip which was all about my wife and I catching our first ever Barramundi I hooked six Barramundi in one particular hole but all spat the hook and got off 3 foot or so from the bank
We just couldn’t land one.
We left that session feeling shattered.
Luckily we tried another spot 2 days later and both my wife and I caught our first ever legal Barramundi’s
Mine was 58cm
My wife’s 69cm
Still smiling 2 months later
Great video by the way Team 👌
It’s unfair that NC doesn’t have a flounder season this year.
THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT!!!
Fishing for big sambos and kingfish and constantly getting driven into the reef, truly unstoppable sometimes
The sound of a screaming reel is what we live for .. the fish is a bonus… great clip ..
The most unfair fishing moment i had was when i was fishing with this light combo. I tied a hook and sinker on to my line then i casted it out.
Than i decided to go for a walk up the riverbank just to see what ia up there. I look back and see my rod bent over with drag screening.
I quickly race back over to pick up my rod. I was only little so i set the hook but the fish was still running. My dumb kid mind though it would be a good idea to titen the drag all the way up.
Snap the line went i was devastated that i never got to land the biggest fish i had ever cought at the time.
There you have it. It was a good lesson not to titen the drag all the way up when you have a big fish on. From this day i set my drag very loose so i dont loose another big fish.
Was of the rocks up nelson bay way. We woke up at 3 am Make it to the legend time at time. Target fish longtail on spin. Fished Fished into The sun rise and we managed to catch our live bait. After couple hours of spinning and our bait rods out the reel screams of a longtail over 10 kgs had taken the livie. The thing peeled drag for a solid 30 seconds non stop. We faught and faught to tame the beast. But 2 no result. The fish was 2 powerful. The fight lasted for a good 40 mins of running up and down the ledge. We then relised we forgot pur gaff. The windy turned 2 a 35 km onshore right into our faces. Suddenly me m8s screams out shark while waiting for a gaff shot a A large fin breached right behind the tuna. The tuna went for a run then bang. The water at out feet went red. A massive shark had eaten our tuna and was now taking of with my snell rig and half a tuna on its mouth. Battling this shark for all of 5mins before it almost spools me and snaps of. Then the long walk back 2 the car
My most unfair moment is yet to come, as someone relatively new to the scene who knows how or when it will happen but the day it does come I will think of this exact comment and maybe even update it hahah
My most unfair fishing moment was when after years of trying, I finally hooked a barrel tuna off Portland Victoria on my Penn 70 Intentional outfit. I actually saw it take the short corner skirt about 10 metres behind the boat. It looked bloody big as its head and back came up out of the water to inhale the lure… probably the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed while fishing! We fought it for about 20-30 minutes when it took a big arching run near the surface and the line went a tiny bit slack and we dropped it when the hooks fell out. 😭 Later that day I went through all my game lures, and checked and sharpened all the hooks. 😢😂
My dad bought me my first Penn at 5. I still have it and still has cloth line. I bring it out every once in a while to fish. Still fishing at 60.
My most unfair moment was fishing alongside my friends, all using the same range of bait, similar gear, only to see them get bite after bite, while my bait just got wetter and wetter. And then they started hauling them in…I waited and waited, tried a few things and as the light started to change, they went quiet and suddenly I was on. Big runs, screaming (Penn) reel and bang, a kings launched itself on my livie and before I knew it I was elbowing those same friends out of the way to get the right angle on that king. Unfair all day to me, and then utterly unfair to my friends in an unforgettable once in a life time moment of a 15kg King. A great day out and a reminder of how quickly the unfairness can change - to your advantage. The wonders and joys of fishing
My most unfair fishing moment was my first time Barra fishing in the cape I had never caught a wild Barra and my first hook up was a 70-80 cm I was so happy got it near the boat and it jumped throwing the hook was gutted
My first Barra on the boat was a little smaller at 30cm was still happy landing one
My trusty Penn battle caught me 59 Barra on that trip and plenty more species as well
Love it wish I had a landbased set up and found some good ground
My most unfair fishing moment was when I was about 9 or 10. I may not have the most crazy story being that I am only 15 but I was camping with my family at a lake in Pennsylvania and this is when I just started getting into fishing. I would watch all of the videos and be out there for hours. I was walking around the lake with my friend fishing different spots and right in front of a house on the lake there was a little dock. I put on a Texas rig senko and I cast it out. I had a good feeling about this cast. I was reeling and working the senko when I felt a giant bite. I set the hook and started reeling. It was a biggan. I thought “this is definitely my pb!” As I got closer to the shore I was trying to keep the fish down. The bass jump! As the bass jumped I saw the senko get ripped out of his mouth. I reeled in as fast as fast as I could. I started casting and casting trying to find this fish and get him back on. I was there for about 30 minutes, then the woman who owned the house kindly asked me to get off of the dock. At this point I knew the largemouth was gone and felt defeated. I thought “stuff like this sucks but I will catch more fish.”
The most unfair thing while fishing, was when we were dead set on catching our first metre flathead here on the central coast Australia. After a few days of pannys and donuts we were close to giving up hope. Until that last cast in the third straight day with a nessie tied on, few slow rolls and a hop ended with a monster hit. That was the one, hooked on 12lb so had to give it some room and take it slow, a good 30min fight around some decent structures and I had the fish boat side, what a fish. Easily a metre plus, a head bigger than a grown man’s hand, got my mate to get down there with the net so we could treat her gentle and get some pics before returning her back home to swim another day. A rookie on the net he’s gone to net it tail first! Spooked her straight away and she’s tried another run on me, but of a circle and she’s back for him to have another go, in abit of a panic he’s tried to scoop her up again, but this time he’s gone in sideways, the net got half the fish before she’s spooked and kicked again, and bang. She spat the hooks and took off. I didn’t talk to him for awhile after that. I still think of that fish, haven’t come close to one that size since. 😢
When I was 10 years old, my family had just moved into a new house, and I hadn't made any friends yet. One day, while exploring the park, I noticed some kids swimming in a nearby creek. Curious, I ventured down to the creek and discovered it littered with fishing line and tackle among the rocks. Determined, I ran back home, grabbed a piece of bamboo from the garden and some moldy bread from the bin, and rushed back to the creek.
There, I untangled some fishing line from the bushes to and salvaged a few hooks. To my sheer delight, this makeshift setup led to me catching a 42cm bream. Overjoyed, I sprinted home with the live fish in tow. When my mother asked where the hell I had gotten it from.
Now, twenty-four years later, I have children of my own who share my passion for fishing. Each time I’m out fishing, I find myself reliving the excitement and wonder of that unforgettable day when I was just a 10-year-old boy.
My wife and I went deep sea fishing on our honeymoon in fiji. While out on the water we saw a massive bust-up in the distance. Winding up and heading over the anticipation was tremendous. Trolling around the bust-up area a real started to scream!!! We hooked up and off we went for the fight of a liftime, having to take turns heaving and winding in the tropical humidity we became weary quickly. An hour and fifteen minutes pass and we are gaining tremendous ground. With the imagination going wild of what it could be, all of a sudden the rod bent right over to the edge of the boat then snap!!! The steal trace was severed through.
The devastation of losing the fish if a lifetime had an impact for the rest of the honeymoon thats for sure.
My most unfair fishing moment is.... not enough moments to go fishing.
Oh, during a Barra Classic, losing a metre + barra, which had just jumped for several teams to see, and then hooking a sub 50cm whilst retrieving the lure.
"Shrunk a bit, did it?" Was the comment from the then DGFC president.....
My most unfair fishing trip was right here at home. I went fishing in our neighborhood lake and caught a really nice Bass, at least 5 pound. I unhooked him and went to get my iPhone for a picture before I released him and guess what. He flopped back into the lake before I returned with my phone for the picture.
My unfair fishing moment was Christmas 2022 when i went rainbow trout fishing with my grandpa for the first time in a remote creek.
I walked up the creek about 200m and found a deep pond filled with snags and sticks first cast hooked a big two pound male rainbow.
I tightened the drag a lot but little did I realise that I was only using eight pound leader I got the fish to were I was standing but I had no way of landing it.
The fish went for one last run and shake of the head and snap line to the hook snapped clean off due to my tight drag.
I later ran back to camp when I told my grandpa what had just happened and he didn’t believe me.
Later on in The day I took my grandpa there and he caught one bigger than I had hooked and then he belived me.
My first snapper off the rocks was lost at my feet when snagged in a cunji bed, it was there in plain sight 15ft below me and all I could do was watch it until the line eventually snapped and off he swam......
I was fighting a 6ft cobia off the pier and after getting it to the pier my brother was lowering the net down to retrieve it and as soon as it gets into the net my line snaps and the fish swims off!
My most unfair fishing moment was at a wharf when I had caught a rod it was a little dock runner and it seems it hadn't been down there for very long so I thought it would be a good idea to rig up the rod and I did but when a fish bite my bait the nylon snapped and i repeatedly doing this and lost a shit ton of tackle that day.
1am I couldn’t sleep, I kissed the mrs and the kids while they slept and I packed the rods and snuck off into the night.
Arrived at 2am set the first Rod up in a holder wedged in the rocks while a started rigging up the second one.
I had just got the mainline through the last eyelet of my second rod when I hear my old 760 slammer SCREAM!! From behind me in my flurry I dropped my second rod on the ground and sprinted toward the buckled rod with line peeling out of it. I gave the drag a twist, yanked the rod out and set the hook as if I was lifting the earth below me. I climbed up the rocks and the fight was on! Gaining back a decent amount of line I felt it was time to descend the rock wall with rod in one hand and gaff in the other. Each step down each rock my dream fish decided it wanted to see what I had in the tank and would go for another big run. After a good bit of excitement and almost what felt like an eternity I was at the bottom rock and my fish was close also. I stabilised myself and got ready to lift the fish closer when it decided to give its last ditch effort to get away and thrashed around one last time to release its self from my 2 7/0 snelled hooks I felt the slack in the line and I felt the slack in my heart. And to me that’s why the sport we chose is “The most unfair sport”
Couple of legends in front and behind the camera
The most unfair fishing moment I've had was when I put brand new spool of line on my reel and up to a marlin and took my line
Way to go great fun
I have been chasing barramundi in some of the most remote places in qld and catch more Barra in a year than most fishos catch in a lifetime, and yet I have never landed that elusive metery. I have taken people out and even managed to get a few newbies their first metery’s and yet I can’t crack that elusive fish. It’s like a private club I am destined to never join.
A few years back I was flicking a soft plastic in crystal clear remote Gulf river and just slow winding back to the boat when I seen this big girl engulf my plastic right at the rod tip. The bucket opened , the plastic disappeared, and after a moment of hesitation the big girl disappeared upstream pulling a heap of string. After a couple of long runs I dared to dream that this might just be my day. The runs had slowed and she was clear of any snags. I instructed my pop to get the net ready as this one was ready for the camera, well she must have heard me because at that moment she completely burst from the water and thrashed about in her last great attempt at freedom.
I still remember that moment so vividly. The beautiful giant barramundi completely clear of the water like she was trying to take flight whilst my white plastic grub went hurtling through the air.
I have lost numerous metery’s. I am now 38 years old, am I destined to become a 40 year old metery virgin?
Belle présentation,au top, bonjour de France
My most unfair fishing moment wasn't so much as the one that got away but the one I didn't get to eat back when i was 16. Hooked on to a nice Kingy, got it into the boat and we smoked it whole when we got back. Was smelling a treat. When I went to taste test it, my folks mentioned it was going to a hockey show they were attending that night... was not impressed. Didn't even get a small piece underneath.
I just picked up fishing, and it had been one of the best things I've ever done
Fishing the marker bouys in Whangarei harbour, using a penn slammer 8500 HS 80Lb braid and 100lb wind on leader, jigging for kings, first drop hooked an landed a 18kg healthy specimen, 4th drop hooked a monster, full drag and still couldnt stop it, it ran straight for and wrapped me around the bouy anchor chain and i lost it, dream about what size it was to this day
It was early on a Saturday morning, and I had set my alarm for before dawn. I couldn't sleep much the night before, thinking about the fishing trip. I packed my gear, grabbed some snacks, and headed out to the lake. The air was cool, and everything was covered in dew, making the world seem fresh and new.
When I got to the lake, the water was perfectly still. After about half an hour there were splashes all over. I knew that it was feeding time. I picked a silver spinner, thinking it looked cool and might attract something big.
I cast my line and settled into my chair hoping for something big. Splash after splash I was losing hope. The first hour passed slowly, and I started to get bored. Just when I was about to give up, I felt a sudden, strong tug on the line. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I tightened my grip on the rod, and set the hook. I knew had gotten the “big one” on. The line began pulling out faster than ever before and I could feel the power of the fish fighting against me. I was reeling in, trying not to panic and lose it. The fish was pulling hard, diving deep, and making the reel scream.
Minutes dragged on like hours. My arms were getting tired, and I was exhausted but I didn't care. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I pictured myself showing off the massive fish to my friends, taking a million pictures to show of for Instagram, and basking in the glory of my epic catch.
Finally, I managed to gain some ground. The fish was getting tired but so was I. Eventually I caught a glimpse of it just below the surface and it was enormous, easily the biggest fish I'd ever seen. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I was so nervous!
I carefully guided it toward the dock, reaching for the net with one hand. Just as I was about to scoop it up, the fish made a sudden, desperate leap. My pole slipped from my grasp. I naturally jumped in the water to grab the pole to keep it from getting away. As I grabbed the pole I felt the line snap and I watched in horror as the fish vanished back into the depths. I was stunned, with the broken line dangling from my rod.
I swam back to my chair and slumped down, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. The big one had gotten away, but it was an experience I knew I’d never forget.
My most unfair fishing moment is also my favourite moment. Having to untangle fishing line for my children might be agonising and time consuming, but, watching them enjoying being on the tinny makes up for it without a doubt.
THE MOST UNFAIR SPORT.
It was about two years ago my dad and I were at the jetty it was winter and I had just got a my first batcasta. I new it was going to be slow but I didn't care being 14 at the time and the only ones there. After about 2 hours dad went to get dinner and I stayed with the rod. Just after dad left I felt some bites on the bate and I set the hook what ever it was it was heavy the rod i had just got was only a medium heavy 6 foot 2. The line was tort and the rod at Max bend I only fort it ten or so minutes until till pop the brand new rod snaps inhalf, taking the line with it when I tried to bring it to the surface.
At this point I panicked thinking I was going to get in trouble and unscrewed the rod from the reel and throw what was left of the rod in the bin and hid the reel in my tackle box. I told my dad that I got up and walked around then something dragged it in, and I couldn't reach it in time. At this point in time I don't know why I lied and I think if he new what happened he probably would have been a bit less disappointed, I still have the same reel today.
Love it. Got rid of all my other reels and use Penn Authority or Slammer only now. Rock fishing is is where its at!