So I'm fishing with my dad on the Cowlitz. We're free drifting along peacefully and my dad gets a feely good... possible fish on the end. He lowers his rod tip a little and gets ready to set the hook. (Now my dad when he sets the hook does so with a vengence). I hear this WHOOOSH as the rod rises up in a blurr, with no fish on one end and freezing hands on the other, the rod sails through the air and lands a good 30' behind us in the water. The first thought I have is "OH KRAP, I built that rod and you go and throw it in the water". But somehow the line got wrapped around his head. I here this chorus of laughter next to us as the boat drifting behind us sees the whole thing unfold. He starts yarding the line in hand over fist. He then says to me "I was still on freespool, I hope the knot at the end of the spool holds". I bust out laughing as I'm watching him with line wrapped around his head, a hundred or so yards wrapped around his ankles and line going out both ends of the boat. He got to the end of the spool and luckily the knot did hold. He pulled up his best catch of the day to a standing ovation by the other boat. Man was his face red.

Somehow I need to harness the energy of him setting the hook. He has a trigger grip on this rod and somehow he still managed to pitch it overboard.

(Sorry 'bout this Dad, I thought the whole world should hear)

anybody else have good stories about dads or kids??