A buddy and I were fishing the Hoh on a perfect day a couple years back. He carefully backed the kwikies into a nice deep slot and WHAM the left rod buries. I grab it out and start playing the fish. It is a nice 30+ king. My buddy starts to row the boat towards the shore so I can get out and play the fish and WHAM the other rod buries with the twin to the king I am already fighting. I grab the second rod and lean back. Now I have a rod each hand, both of which are conencted to very angry, and large chinook. I was standing in the front of the boat trying to keep those the lines tight while my buddy frantically rows for shore so he can relieve me of one of the rods. Long story short we beached both fish, shared high fives, and drank a celebratory beer before continuing our float. Awesome day.