Drifting the Elk three weeks ago, a guy with two others in the driftboat tried to edge between me and a boat anchored below me about 50-60 feet. He got way too close to the anchor rope of the boat below and tried to over-compensate, lost his balance completely, and all of a sudden he's gone- all I see are a couple of red rubber boots and orange gloves sticking up. He had fallen over backwards, probably because his "fish gloves" were a little too slippery in the early morning dew. His boat ran into the other guy's boat as his passengers attempted to maintain ramming speed. It was hilarious.