When jigging on Saturday, my brother had a nice Blackmouth near the boat, it ran... then it REALLY ran. The line went slack. He reeled in half of the fishes face! A gill plate, empty eye socket, and mouth with the hook still embedded in the jaw. A sea lion emerged 50 yards away and started flipping it in the air.. I hate those damn things! A couple of years back, I had one knock a native silver right out of my hand, when I had it by the tail trying to get the hook out. My buddy and I still dont reach down in the water quite as quickly as before that incident. I hate those damn things.