When I was a young boy, my family was camped out on one of the islands on Lake George, NY. One morning, we realized we were out of toothpaste so my dad let me take the boat, by myself, to town on the other side of the lake to get some. He gave me a five-dollar bill and told me not to dilly-dally.
On the way across the lake, I saw a huge bass make a couple of good leaps. I couldn't help but stop and try a few casts. In my haste to get a shot at the big fish, I dropped the fiver over the side and before I could grab it, a good bass came up and swallowed it! I sat there for a long time, wondering what to do, and wondering how much trouble I was going to be in when I got back to camp. I couldn't think of any good story or excuse, so I figured I'd fish for a while and think some more.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a jarring strike, almost pulling the rod out of my hands. I pulled in a nice bass, and to my astonishment, he spit out...
... a tube of Crest and three dollars change.
Honest.
;-)
Tight lines,
Bob