Many years ago (30 plus), I had well over 1200 yards out with my kite at the end of it during a great, windy summer day. It was just a speck in the sky above. I got hungry and rather than reeling the line in, I tied it to our TV antennae (I was on the roof to begin with – grew up in the country and that’s what country boys do…). Went into the house and made a PB and J sandwich, then headed back up onto the roof, only now my kite wasn’t above my head, but rather on the horizon, just barely visible above many acres of trees. I reeled in as fast as I could, but to no avail. I thought, “it was fun while it lasted and my good ‘ol kite went out with a bang!”.
Two years later I was spearing suckers (country kid) and found my kite at the edge of the creek, line still intact.
That’s the end of the story. I know it’s usually the uninteresting story’s that the author has to identify “the end”, but hey, you brought back some good memories with your kite-and-fishing-rod question, and for that, I thank you!