Ok, ok.
Picture a dock that connects to land via a small ramp. Right next to the dock, next to the first piling in about 8" of water, a bed with a big bass on it.
I approach carefully, slowly... spinning rod in hand... ready to toss the tube bait on the bed.
In a moment of brilliance, I think "Hey, if I cast it on the shore first, then drag it into the water, I won't spook the bass."
So, I deftly pitch the lure on the bank at the waters' edge...
Suddenly, without warning, a cat leaps out from under the dock's ramp and pounces on the lure!
"Where'd he come from?!" I said to myself, "I never saw him!"
Somehow, I didn't set the hook or try to jerk the lure away (maybe because I was just too stunned). But that was a good thing, because such a move would surely impale the cat. As it stood, he simply was on it, but not hooked (thank God!)
So I waited...
the cat waited for it to move....
I waited....
He waited...
I waited...
and waited....
Finally the cat began to show signs of boredom...
He sat up, but kept his paw on the lure.
Dang!.... c'mon... just lift the paw... just for a second, that's all I need to whip that baby outta there...
I could feel the sweat beads on my forehead begin to drip.
I tried calling him, making a noise, trying to distract him.
Well, that did it. He decided to leave. But...not without the lure! He quickly picked up the lure in his mouth and started trotting off towards the house!!!
I quickly flip the bail open, hoping he'd stop.
Nope... he keeps going!
Now he's headed around the side of the house, proudly carrying his catch!
I grab my line clippers, frantically yank off a bunch of line and clip it off.
He's gone around the front of the house now. All I see is the trail of line disappearing around the corner.
I have no idea what happened after that, but I bet there was one confused cat owner later that day!