I went with a friend in Okiehoma to run a trotline early one morning. My buddy's friend (Larry, Leonard, Leroy...whatever) was at the bow checking the hooks. Pretty swift current was at hand since the outboard was at half throttle to maintain our position. Anyway, "L" was at the bow, on his knees, with his butt sticking up at 12 o'clock and struggling with a 25-30# channel. I asked him if he needed help and he kept saying, "Naw, I'll get it. Just gotta get ma fingers in eez mouth." Well, as luck (for the fish) would have it, he never GOT eez fingers in eez mouth. Knucklehead thumb gripped the fish and then manhandled the j-hook out. In the current the fish gave a twist and then went freely on his way. I think the fish gave us the bird. So, "L" sat back down and looked very disappointed. Soon he had the audacity to state that someone should have grabbed the 12 guage and laid seige to that fish's cranium. Well, later I was thinking about the situation and I told my buddy that, from the standing position in that boat, with "L"'s hind end so high in the air, I could've shot through IT and his BIG mouth and hit that whisker right in the noggin. "L" just never volunteered to be the channel leading to the channel. Sad thing was, that was the only fish on the entire trotline.