True story:

Coley was downstream of me a few months ago, just around the corner and out of view. I hook one of the biggest steelhead of my life but I'm in a no-win situation where I'm either swimming or losing the fish. There are some random fly guys on the other side of the river, so I yell at them to yell at Coley because I needed some assistance.

Once Coley came back upstream, I found out that he assumed I had fallen in the river and need help. Apparently, me hooking a fish was way down on the "most likely scenario" list.