My father and I were catfishing at our hunting camp. We were packing up getting ready to leave and I sat the rod and reel down behing my dad's truck to help load up. I forgot about the reel lying behind the truck and we backed up. I didn't know we had ran over it until I saw the silver flash smashed in the grass. My gut turned a flip when I had to tell my dad his prize fishing reel had just been crushed. He wasn't too happy. It held up pretty good to the weight of the truck, but it needed some work. We brought it to a small reel shop and it was able to be repaired and lived to catch a ton more fish.