A good friend of mine (and an excellent fisherman)was fishing at the Wind last Monday evening. Two friends in his boat had just hooked and landed a double, completing their mission right at dark. After high fives and rinsing the net, my buddy places his rod on his lap. He gooses the throttle on the outboard and in less than a heartbeat, his plug digs into the water and the rod sails into the drink. Before he could do anything, the rod sinks out of sight. Needless to say, ecstasy quickly turned to agony. Hang on! Piscator.