A big old women's fishing rod. Trolled into a cove with her rig set up on a rod holder and her in a chair. Reeled in and pitched out sure I was plenty far from her setup. About the time I felt a tug I set the hook and simultaneously saw her rod shoot out into the lake and her just a tad behind chasing it down into the water.
Took me a bit before I realized what had happened while she's telling her fam that a whale had taken her rig. They were all bigger then me and I so wanted to just cut the line where they couldn't see since they didn't know I was involved, but just couldn't do it.
Reeled her rig up and once she saw it...sailor talk.
I slowly trolled over to her keeping my distance as I was described in some very colorful adjectives. Got just close enough to hand it to her without breaking it and quickly retreated, not giving her a chance to use it as a whip.
Might had been the same trip my brother snagged my temple with a big rattle trap. Oh the memories...