This is an excerpt from a post I put up on another forum about one month back
I have this mate, we have been fishing together for about 30 years, and it's usually me who forgets /breaks, or loses everything, but a couple of months ago (last spring), before I got my new boat going, we went Trout fishing for four days. On the first day, out at dawn and cold, we put all our gear in his boat and off we go, down the lake to a carefully plotted spot we had scientifically chosen, with the help of a bottle or two of red the night before. There we were planing along, me with my back to the cold wind, my mate telling me how happy I would be when I finish my new boat with the new four stroke EFI Merc blah, blah, where you can actually have a conversation at this speed, and me gawking out the back, watching my new (($130 - used once) rod and reel, in slow motion, gently rolling out of the vertical deck mount (where he had inserted it, back to front), gliding back behind our speeding boat, and disappearing into the wake foam. I alerted him to my rod's fate, and told him not to worry about it and keep going, he gave me that knowing look of, ' you stupid B******, why did you put it there'. What do I say? I know if it was me and my boat, and his rod, he would have had me turn around, go back to the dock and call out the Police Diving Squad to retrieve it. Sometimes I think we have fished too long together, I feel like Walter Matthau, and I know he's Jack Lemmon.