When I was 18, my buddy and I took my family's zodiac about ten KM up the inlet where the salmon run. I tied on a spoon and started casting and retrieving (bear in mind at this point I'm about as rookie as I can get), and Brendan has been to ALASKA so I thought he was the grand-fishing-shaman. He opens his tackle box and pulls out a pink lure and says "I've caught a few salmon on this guy".
I keep casting and after a short pause he says "I better tie my super knot."
I keep casting.
After what felt like half an hour Brendan stands up in the bow of the boat, ready to fish; he opens the bail on his reel, first cast, I hear the "whew!" of the rod whipping through the air and I WATCH as his knot immediately unravels itself; it took just enough time to give the lure enough momentum to travel in a perfect arc from behind Brendan's back, over his head, past his face and disappear about two feet off the bow in the ocean.
I was laughing so hard I almost fell out of the boat.