A few years ago I was jig fishing on a nice rainy, cold and quiet day. We were anchored in about 15 ft of water. I was in one of those casting trances brought on by too many beers the nite befor and too little action that morn. Suddenly the quiet was broken by my brother in law(6-4 #270) yelling my name from 5 feet away.HE had that shocked and scared quality in his voice that stood my hair on end. Before I could swing my head around the water 2 feet in front of me erupted as a big b-run buck came clear out of the water and splashed down inches away from my boat. I damn near had a heart attack. I think that he was coming out to taste my bright yellow rain coat. I fish exclusivly in camo now. I can't stand the thought of mouth to mouth with that guy.