Went out for channels last night and we didn't do too bad. I got 6, biggest was 6 pounds. My buddy Jim the non-fisherman got 3, biggest was 9 pounds. Also with us was BOC member Impak209 (Randy) and his girlfreind. Randy got 3, biggest was about 3 pounds and his girlfreind got 5, biggest was 7 pounds. We got rained on for a while and temp wasn't too bad. Best was when we had 3 on at once. Randy's girl hooked 1 and it got into Jim's line. Randy followed them downstream to help get it all untangled. I figuered this would be a good time to relieve myself. I no sooner got it out when Randy's pole starts to flip up over the rail its leaning on, so much for having to pee. I caugt his pole just before it goes over the edge and holler for him to get back and get his pole.I no sooner hollered then there goes my pole. So now I have a pole in each hand trying to get someone back up to help. After about a minute Randy walks up to me, still got both poles in my hand, and says "you got something on both those?"Being the smart ass I am, my reply was "no just practicing my double casting." Was a fun 3-4 hours of fishing and had good company for the trip.