One more... When I was about 11 I went snook fishing with my dad near a spillway which was flowing rather quickly. When he got a blowup behind his topwater plug he totally quit paying attention to the current/trolling motor as he got ready to set the hook. Needless to say the boat drifted swiftly into piling and he toppled out and broke his rod. As he was struggling to get back in the boat, like a good son, I grabbed the broken rod from him and landed the fish.
It never occurred to me why he would be so upset at me when he got back in the boat. It was a good catch!