Thirty yards out he leaps from the water, falling back with a mighty splash, then he turns and makes for the rocks and breakers on my right. A few palpitating seconds of heavy pressure and I have him travelling towards me, when suddenly he slows up and I feel as if I had a 30 pound salmon on my line instead of a good sea-trout. He has run into weed.
R.N. Lochhead – Rod Well Bent 1951
