Hit SI this morning. Got in at 650am.. water was soft.. no ripples.. 68 degrees and was kind of slack just moments away from the beginning of a nice inbound tide. Took a fistful of decent little Spotties, then got drilled by something that ran a few feet of line and broke me off, taking my sweet little olive Clouser with it. Re-tied with a 2 Marabou Clouser and went back to work. First drag and I get drilled again, but by something much bigger. This one played out all of my fly line and took me into the backing.. and anytime I get into the backing, my first thought is always I'm about to lose a ninety-dollar fly line.. and I immediately get on the reel in a panic over the prospect of a lost line. So I'm winding, and I'm really going nowhere because I'm only winding myself toward the fish, not him towards me. And this game continued for well over ten minutes. By far, it was the fastest I've ever had line rip out from my reel. Took a nice little skin burn on my left index and middle fingers for the effort. I wanted so bad to get this thing back to the sand, but it wasnt to be. So I started firing off pictures of my line and the bend. It felt good to get enough of the yellow line back on the reel so that I wasn't worried about losing it anymore.. but it sure would have been nice to see what was hanging on at the other end. He ended up ripping my fluorocarbon from the split ring and taking taking both it and a second Clouser with him. Oh well. Another handful of Spotties after that for a total of 19 today in close to 2.5 hrs of fishing. And I was getting tired of fighting the current that whips around the front of that sand beach, so I finally stopped kicking, turned around, and let the current glide me back to the sand. So worth it.