We were down on the Columbia fishing for sturgeon and my buddy was having a ball catching subs all day, but he had been up partying most of the night before, so he would sometime doze off between bites, so my friend tied some line around my buddies mainline and strung it around the back of his seat and held the line in his hand until our friend came to a little. Then he gave it a little bump bump to catch the drowzy ones attention, then he just let her rip. My friend damn near fell on his face trying to get to the rod, he thought he had shamu down there hooverin his smelt. Needless to say he doesn't fall asleep in the boat so often anymore.
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