yesterday. wow. just wow. TWICE!!! I am respooling today.
first time, I saw a juicy spot just at the far spectrum of my talent with respect to distance and accuracy. I swung for the fence. what I didnt see was a obstruction 10 feet in front of my face. my bait smacked it a full velocity and stopped cold. GRRR..I let the tidal current wash me downstream and my friend eased into my casting spot.
second time, a power backhand cast. my bait caught the side of my kayak, and my net. the resulting BRRRRRRTHHH sound: I knew it was a good one. current didnt offer me my usual 15 minutes of cussing and picking. I risk washing into trees (and flipping), so I tried a tiny bit and just started cutting. with my 3/4 spool, my distance was anemic, but I still got into the fish. I still laugh every time I empty my PFD pocket of that wad of line.
backlashes are humbling to say the least. brings me right back to solid earth. all part of the fishing experience. you full time spin-casters, are not entirely wrong