Popped down this morning - conditions almost perfect. Got out to the rocks and bumped into Colm from the forum - he'd pm'd to say he was coming down. Wind was blowing straight into our faces so it was difficult to cast the required distance. As a result the prime spot was going begging so I stuck on a big ugly pink pencil bait (TKR 130H) and first chuck (or 2nd) I hooked a fish which was a handful in the rip - played it across and down - saw its head, about 3-4lbs and then it shook off the barbless trebles. Gave that 10 minutes and then changed to another big Tacklehouse bait - a swimming plug - M-168. It's around 30g so I could get it out into the wind. 3or 4th run through I had a very strong take from an undoubtedly big fish - took line in long surges and in the fierce current I wasn't really in control. More or less got it across the rip and into the slack when the barbless hooks pulled out. A few minutes later Colm's Zonk tangled in my line so I started to untangle it. At that moment a thought popped into my head - my plug's still in the drink, what if a fish grabs it whilst I've got a handul of trebles? I changed the angle I was holding the lure and quickly got it untangled. As I turned to pass lure to Colm my rod shot off shoulder (where I'd leaned it) and into the water. Without thinking I jumped in and got my hand on the RodBar's butt and clambered out to fight the fish. A beautiful bronze-coloured fish was landed thanks to Colm and his Bogagrip - a quick lift gave us a weight of 6.75-7lb before it went back. My hands were shaking - not a normal condition - and it took awhile before I could carry on. My nerves! Anyway, the lads all enjoyed the spectacle.