After releasing multiple 20lb fish back to back in a mullet blitz on a 12” Danny during 5-7 foot seas I was absolutely freight trained by a fish that pulled me off my rock. Eventually after the fish taking two runs while being washed around a deep boulderfield not being able to feel bottom I lost contact and the fish. Got back up on my rock and caught a schoolie that wasn’t much bigger then my plug, rushing to get my plug back in the water I embedded the hook in the top of my hand. With a *brand new* pair of VS pliers I tried to cut the hook and ended up breaking the cutters. Being very far from shore and my car I decided to rip the hook out of my hand that left a pretty nasty scar.
This was around 1AM, after that I managed to catch high teen fish - 20’s until sunrise but never managed to find one that ripped me off my rock. For more or less a night I will never forget.