Now, if you want to see some real technique, check out this video at Living the Scientific Life.
I am beginning to think there is something more to it: I regularly go sea fishing with two friends and one (the boat owner) is cursed. We can be hauling cod and mackerel out as fast as we can reel, and he is catching the seabed with astonishing regularity, losing tackle, snapping rods, turning his reel into birds nests.
He is a theosophist and regularly intones prayers to the God of cod.
Many years ago, fishing from a boat with my brother and parents on Lake Bemidji, my mother rared back to cast from the bow of the boat, zinged the rod forward, and snared my father with a Daredevil’s treble hook through the cheek back where he was sitting by the motor. Laugh? Not on your life: we didn’t want to swim back to the dock!
What’s that at 0:13, a kingfish?
1:10 is fantastic, 0:26 is terrifying.
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