Told this one before and don't wanna type it in all again but Gurney minded me of the time I worked my way out on a boulder field in Labrador. Tide rises FAST 13 miles from the coast thru the islands. When I saw the 6 foot fin I turned... and I couldn't see any boulders. I had to try to recall and to "feel around" with my fishing rod to get close to shore. I had five big cod and four arctic char slung over my back. I heard something behind me. I jumped in and swam tthe last bit... good thing because that covered up the wet pants after I pissed myself.

As I lay on shore, breathless, heart pounding, I saw the fin still on it's path... well clear of me. No need to piss myself, but there are some things ya just can't help when ya think, "That is one BIG trout!"

The rest of the story is good too. Another time.