Years ago, a buddy and I were fishing the kalama for summer-runs. We've known each other since 1st grade and though lifetime friends, we had a competitive streak between us.....you know, 1st fish, biggest fish, most fish etc..

Well, I'd been making him look pretty bad lately. One of my habits is to have my rod pre-rigged, ready to go so I just need to throw a bait on. He knew this all too well and as we pulled up to our favorite hole, I made a beeline to the water.....cast...and watched my entire terminal rig go sailing into the trees. I'm puzzled. Meanwhile, he walks up behind me, casts, hooks a fish and casually says, "would you mind getting out of the way, I have a fish on!" Well, I come to find out he put the slightest nick in my mainline to ensure a satisfactory launch of my gear into the trees. I stewed.

On the way back up I-5,(it's now evening with dark approaching) I fired the fatal shot. He had dosed off so once I knew he was out I made sure there were no cars near me then simultaneously hit the horn, slammed the brakes and yelled "Holy S*&^".

To this day, I've never seen a person jump so bad. Not only did he hit his head on the roof of the truck but he also swallowed his snoose and had a little poo poo in his pants.
I laughed so hard I had to pull over.

Oddly enough, my line hasn't parted since!