Houston, We Have a Problem

Fished Picnic Island earlier this week and ran into my first Tampa Bay snook on fly. The big fish schooled and nearly spooled me.
I set the hook thinking redfish and prepared for a tough --- but winnable battle --- but got broken off in a matter of seconds.
All of my fly line peeled off my reel, then came the backing. Or so I thought. A tangle, as it turns out, forced the fight to grind to a halt and the leader snapped like a winter twig.
A reminder to all: Check your equipment. Preparation pays. My assumption was no fish on the Tampa Bay flats could get to my backing --- except for a tarpon. And snook, to a large degree, are not willing players in the winter. But it's been warm lately, so a few linesiders have lingered and at least one sparring partner forced me to learn a valuable lesson the hard way.
As for the local fishing, I haven't seen much lately. Took a stroll to Cypress Point Park Monday. Nothing. After getting my butt kicked by the snook, I went back to Picnic lsland, but didn't see a whole lot before the wind kicked up Friday afternoon. Gotta love those South winds that push too much water on the flat.