osorojotx wrote:I was wading in POC and catching some decent fish. As I released the spool and casted my Skitter Walk, I noticed a low-flying pelican out of the corner of my eye. I knew right then that the two were on a collision course. I winced tighter and tighter as the two flew at each other in perfect harmony and tried to prepare for the fight of my life. My suspicions were validated about a second later and as the pelican continued in flight, I tried to figure out what to do. Line started spooling out so I thumbed down on the spool. We both knew something had gone terribly wrong and he landed and proceeded to flap and thrash violently. He settled and I dragged him back to the boat where my uncle was. It took him a while to figure out what was going on, but once he saw the rod bent backwards and the pelican bobbing behind me, he died laughing. He grabbed the bird by the massive beak and fought it for a few seconds while trying to unhook the trebles and untangle the line. Once the pelican was free, he let it go and the bird proceeded to vomit a whole mullet onto his shirt.
I learned that day that hunting is not the only sport that requires you be aware of what's down range.
A few weeks ago, I made a cast alongside a pier that some seagulls were sitting on. Right on cue, they took off, and one flew right into my braid. That in and of itself was a problem, but it was compounded when he turned and flew to the other side of the pier then hit the water. I had to paddle to my side of the decking, lay my rod with my brand new Concept Z on top of the pier, so that I could paddle under it and the gull and I would be on the same side. All the while, the bird is trying its damnedest to pull rod, reel and all into the water before I could get on the other side. I managed to catch the rod as he dragged it across. Then, of course, it became a jousting match between me, my pliers, and that exceptionally angry bird's beak. Despite his total lack of cooperation, I got him off with only minor scaring to the two of us.