I am reminded of a very large striper I once hooked on light tackle while fishing from shore on Cape Cod. After a long, nip-and- tuck battle I finally had the fish near shore, its massive back out of water in the rolling surf. At that point I was hoping too much and too soon. The single-hooked lure simply dropped from the fish's jaw, and the line went slack. With one big sweep of a giant tail, the fish was gone. I was crushed.