I'm catching brookies and soaking a spawn sack for rainbows on the Lake Michigan side of a containment when a pack of "jetters" 360 the water in front of me.

If their intent was to impress me with their abilities that message didn't reach me as I was scrambling after my set line pole which was trying to follow the life vest of the young man who was cursing me for being in his way. I thought he was going to attempt to assault me when he noticed the line at the back of his neck and me with my pole in my hand.

I had opened the bail to try to keep a size 12 treble hook out of his hide, and managed to part my line with my knife.

With a final jesture he sped out of my sight with over half of my spool trailing him.

Thru all of this I didn't say a word, and I felt good about myself when they came back and I didn't use the de-hooked Mr. Champ I had tied onto my long pole.

The Lake is large.