When I was like 16 or 17, I went shore fishing with a large (20+) group of people along the Potomac. I was as green as it gets back then. So there's this guy fishing about 100 - 125 feet to my right. He's a hot shot, professional bass tournament fisherman and a loud mouth at that.
So anyway, I'm reeling in, minding my own business when suddenly some commotion starts on my right. Seems our pro bass guy has gotten a strong tug on his line. Well, he sets the hook and begins hollerin "I got that sucker! I got that sucker!" as loud as he possibly can. A crowd of people starts forming around him. I start to feel something tugging on my line also.
Well he finally reels in all the way and discovers that his trophy fish is actually my rig which I somehow managed to cast almost parallel to the shoreline and crossed over his. His crowd of followers disperses almost as quickly as they had formed. In all my days fishing since, I have never seen an angler as red, angry, and embarrased as he was.
I guess I got THAT sucker
