I wasn't fishing, but duck hunting. It was about 20 years ago and I had shot a duck with a .22 off whidbey (look, I was 14 and I was shooting down on it...). The tide took the duck out. It was Jan 1st (my parents were watching the rosebowl game) and I rolled a log into the water, hooked a board under a bent railroad tie looking thing and paddled with another board, stripped to my underwear and started to paddle. As the current was taking the duck out, I had a long way to paddle. As I reached for the duck my home made outrigger canoe rolled and I dove into the water. I surfaced 10 feet from the log, 10 feet from the duck and as I glanced back about 600 yards from the shore...

I got back on the log, put the "canoe" back together got the duck and paddled back. To this day my parents have no idea how stupid I was. I am still amazed I am alive after this...