Went over to my favorite spot the other afternoon for a few hours of pointless casting after granddaddy daycare. One of my casts wound up in the low-hanging branches of a bush on the other side.
Didn't really mind losing the lure - just a jig & twister - but then I noticed that a bunch of my line was in the water. This bothered me - I have a real issue with folks leaving their line lying around.
So I packed up and walked down to the foot bridge and over to the other side. Had to clamber down the steep bank and through what the locals down in the Smokies would call a "hell" (it's hell for a man to make his way through it). But dead reckoning (great navigation system except of course for the name) brought me out of it just about where I figured my lure was.
The branch it was hanging in was just this close. I looked around & found a stick I thought would be long enough. It wasn't. So I stepped into the creek glad to have bothered putting on my Wellingtons. Inched my way out and just as I got the stick hooked on the branch the water over-topped my boots.
Got my lure back and even better, got all the line. Got my feet a bit wet too but well worth it.
BTW - I recently respooled my UL reel with 4 lb fluoro coated copolymer line. Thin as can be & casts a mile (probably why the lure wound up in the bush) but I have to say that 4 lb mono is stronger.
Keep calm and fish on...
There's a fine line between fishing and just sitting there looking stupid