I was squidding with Pete the wog in the inlet ner the bedrooms a couple of years ago.
Rod went heavy like I'd pulled some weed again so I started the slow process of retrieving. Next thing a metre plus flathead surfaces with my squid jig jammed lengthways in its gob - mouth wide open. She came to the boat without even a flick of the tail - my biggest to date and no fight. She got free and I got my razorback back.
c.j.