The first one I hooked on spinning gear never stopped taking line. I never got a crank. The next torqued the reel so hard it bent something and I could barely turn the handle. But as the fish came to the surface, I noticed it had 4 friends with it. Andrew, in a mad dash, picked up my 12-weight, slung a hunk of feathers behind my fish, and was treated to a ravenous pack of super-gators charging the bug. Whamo! Down dove the fish. Zing went the drag. The rod bowed to the brink of destruction, and 15 hairy minutes later, Eric sunk the net on 36-inches, 18-pounds of Jersey bluefish on the fly. Andrew didn't even have a steel leader tied on, but managed a perfect strip strike into the corner of the fish's mouth. I still can't believe we landed it.