This post is directed at Mr Gibbard really, I wish there was a picture to go with the post. Last Sunday my brother inlaw and I went fishing in the Pittwater, leaving from Palm Beach. I spent the next 3 1/2 hrs catching small whiting and bream, nothing worth taking a photo of. I felt at one point all I was really doing was feeding the fish. My last sweaty and smelly prawn was baited up and thrown over the side, before we had to take the boat back. Now Adds this is where things became slightly interesting, pretty quickly I realised that my line was going tight. As we had snagged the bottom a few times already, I picked the rod up with the intention of winding until my trace snapped and call it a day. Suddenly the bottom or what I thought was the bottom started tugging at the line, for the next 1/2 hr I battled fuck knows what, but mate it was strong. This thing towed the boat up and down, round and round and I just couldn't move it off the bottom. I really have no idea what it was, but I can only think it may have been a flathead (like a monk) or a ray. Anyway it made a number of huge runs stripping most of my line, then just when I thought I might be able to do something with it the fucker snapped my 15 lb trace. Anyway I know where the fucker lives and I will be going back to find him.