Heading out of venice,fl to a fishing hole we decided to troll on the way out.well-no kings or bonita after about 10 miles into the gulf.So i let cpt kirk take over & said i would reel in the three poles & set em up w/grouper rigs.Lines in, he got up on plane-heading to our destination.I positioned myself astern,sat on our cooler & stripped the trolling rigs off.Laid em on the deck,opened up the tackle boxes & proceeded to rig up the grouper rigs.the ride was getting alittle rough-ahh-no problem.Yeah right-all i heard was,scotty,i looked & saw no water
but just as fast,we came down & i heard the yamaha go to idle.After the boat settled,i was laying on the deck,amist hooks,hooked rigs,filet knives,big knives,even the shark pistol.oops!The cooler was empty of ice,soda & our sandwiches.I did whack my head on the empty dive tank rack,ouch.CPT kirk thought for sure w/all that hardware-thered be blood.I wasnt stuck w/nothing but a goozle on my head.I didnt move to say the least,until he got the hooks clear.Still scary-guess you had to be there.I gotta bigger boat now,maybe i can save time-oops-hence-Rig up when you get there.