So the day started like normal. Half a dozen fish on the dawn bite then some more trolling around. Then to the inlet to see if some late morning fish were home. After about 20 casts I hook up, but this one is different. It acts like my tackle is nothing more than a mild bother. Takes off down stream full bore, peeling line like nothing. I hit the troller and follow trying to gain ground and line. Got the fish close enough for a look-see. No question a beast of 15-20 pounds. I'm saying to myself to keep calm and be patient. He says "Up yours" and takes off again this time up into the shallows like 12 inches of water and wraps me up in the rocks. And just like that it was over.... Poink! goes my line. Guys I'm sick over this. I've caught thousands of stripers. I can pretty much limit every time I go, but the big leviathan has always eluded me. I guess this is a reason to stay at it but I'm NOT ok with it. At least not now. OK crybaby time is over. Thanks