Quite a few years ago, my long time buddy Mike and I were fishing in a tournament. After hitting a few of our favorite spots with so-so luck, we decided that we needed to start fishing docks if we were going to weigh in a limit that day. A half hour later found us moving down a row of docks with an assortment of jet-skis, runabouts, and pontoons tied to them. Mike who was in the front of the boat was fishing a T-Rig worm with a small pegged slip sinker while I was in the back tossing whatever I could when the opportunity presented itself. Skipping a worm up under a pontoon boat requires fairly good eye-hand coordination to skip the worm on both a flat trajectory, and through a very narrow gap between one of the pontoon logs and the motor. Mike was pretty darn good at it, but even he would miss once in awhile. And on this day, one of those misses led to this story.
So anyhow, we pull up close to this pontoon boat and Mike fires off a cast aimed to get under the boat. Unfortunately, he misses by a good 6". The sinker in the lead slams into the back of the aluminum log with the sound close to a rifle shot. This was immediately followed by a woman's scream as she jumps straight up off of the pontoon's rear bench seat. She had been sunbathing there were we couldn't see her, in what could best be described here as "less than scantily clad"!
Less than a minute later, she sits back upright with a few more clothes on, and Mike apologizes profusely for scaring her. The lady accepted this and then hurried her way down the dock to shore and into the cottage. My buddy hits the trolling motor into high gear as he headed for the next dock. As we were pulling up to it, he let off the trolling motor, turned around to look at me, and stated with a grin that he thought we should concentrate on pontoons the rest of the day! ;D
Though we never saw her again, every return trip we made to that lake, Mike always had to swing back by there. My buddy passed away a few years ago, and I have never been back to that lake. But if I ever get the chance, I'm sure this memory will have me fishing that dock again.