Before I got into the hobby of fishing freshwater, I actually first started fishing saltwater and I would go to "The Rocks" of FT. Totten in Queens and stand on the rocks far into the shore and cast a circle hook with a metal leader and a 8 LB weight with some Bunker on the hook. Then I put my pipe in the rocks and set down my rod in the pipe and place my little bells on the tip of the rod and sit back and relax.
Last summer I walked away to talk to some guy who was telling me his stories about how he comes here a lot and watches the Fish warrdens come and inspect all the catches to see if they are within legal size to keep.
Suddenly, my bells go crazy and start ringing and my rod is bening forward and I run to get it and I set the hook on him and boom! The hardest fight of my life began. I struggled with him for like 6 minutes until he tricked me and ran into the rocks trying to make my line scrape into the rocks so it can snap but I got him!
It was so big that when I held him from the gills he flopped so hard that I almost fell back into the rocks and fell with him but my friend held me forward
So that was my saltwater experience, but after that I had him for dinner , he went in the oven with some potatoes and veggies and mash potatoes