It was often my habit on a work day to go fishing at daybreak off the waters of Lotus City. I would start at 5 am and finish before 8 am, change on the boat and go to work. I fished alone at that time of day and there was nothing more pleasant than to troll along side the Discovery Islands at Strongtide Bay on ebb-tide. with the wire lines humming and the trolling bells rhythmically ringing with the gentle tug and swell. Because it was early morning, nature usually called sometime shortly after the setup, and in the cabin on the throne I would rest a bit, watching and listening to the bells through the open cabin door, in repose, with an air of contemplation and expectation.
The joy I felt on the briny deep in pursuit of the salmon was enhanced by the embrace of Mother Nature who was mine alone at that time of the morning. The world was still asleep! My lines were fishing deep, the depth maintained by planers, that when tripped by a strike prompted the rod's bells to ring urgently. The planers rose to the surface quickly with the fish on, resulting in line slack. The fisherman needed to react with alacrity to get to the rod and tighten the slack so the fish wouldn't throw the hook. In the midst of my meditation on the throne, suddenly the bell on the rod on the starboard side rang stridently. With great speed I hopped off the throne, pants dangling at the ankles; I bounded to retrieve the rod from the rod-holder and began to reel in the line slack to play the fish. I suddenly heard great cheering and looked up to see high fives from a quartet of tourists on the guide boat fishing long side me, starboard. My boat had low freeboard so I wasn't sure if they were cheering my catch or crotch. Thank goodness it was a time before cellphones with cameras or youtube.
You can't hold your rod and wind up your knuckleduster reel and pull up your pants all at the same time unless you have three hands. Something had to be let go and it wasn't the fish.