Has there ever been a time when you felt the heebie jeebies from head to toe...the bottom of your stomach suddenly drops... your pounding heart literally jumps out of your throat...and you come up with full sentences of never heard before curse words that comes from deep within your psyche? Perhaps it's a near head on car crash...or you're caught trying to cross a railroad trestle while carrying your fishing gear when an oncoming train has suddenly showed up....maybe you nearly capsized your boat while duck hunting in 36 degree water when a rouge wave pounded you from behind. One time I was wade fishing a riffle in my local river...the water was slightly on the rise...and we were in the knee deep section beneath the dam. We were literally pounding the blue cats and channel nearly every cast. The water level kept creeping up...finally it was impossible to keep a foothold anymore in the now hip deep swift current. We started heading for the shore...when we missed our landing mark...and got swept into water over our heads. The heavy 15' rope stringer was wrapped around one of my legs...and I had my best rod in my hand. (Didn't intend on losing either) So here I am...paddling one handed...and kicking with one leg. Unsuccessfully staying afloat consistently...I went under 5 times...and each time I touched bottom...and kicked my way back up to the surface in the 8' deep water. Not even thinking...I still have ahold of my rod. I managed to get within a few feet of my cousin...and just as he grabbed my hand...I could touch bottom again. He took my rod...cut my stringer...and I stumbled to the shore. When I reached the edge...I fell to my hands and knees...and crawled the rest of the way out of the river...and then started puking up the rancid river water I had swallowed during the ordeal. Then I just laid down on the mud bank...and slept for 45 minutes while my cousin went for the truck...and then loaded our gear up. When I came to...my hair was all matted from the mud my face was lying on...and was I lying half in and half out of the rising river water. I was scared sh!tless that I was going to drown. That was a close one. oooh: Lesson learned...ALWAYS carry a sheath knife thats easily accessable...drop the rod if the situation calls for it...don't allow out so much slack from your stringer... use your better judgement...and leave the river the next time that little voice in your head tells you it's time to go. If you're like me...you have these fishing buddies who are tougher than nails. Corn fed Kansas farm boys. They aren't scared of NOTHIN'. And I do mean NOTHIN'!! Or so they say...lol. Want to know how to tell they are in fact scared when you're cutting across the main lake at 60 mph...going from wave top to wave top in the 3-4' whitecapping waves? Each impact of each wave feels like it will shake the rivets loose out of your hull...and dislodge the fillings out of your teeth...which are gritted....while holding your breath. First look at their facial expression. Is it somewhat tense looking? Are his eyes open so wide that they might fall out of his head? Are his eyes closed? Is he talking to himself? Or...is he a REAL hardcase with an almost stoic and bored look? Well...trust me...that's a front. The best way to tell if he's about to puke...is to look at his hand where he's holding onto the railing on the side of the boat. White knuckles don't lie! :wink: Share your most harrowing experience(s)!!!