I was reeling in a salmon at the aft end of a boat in Juneau in 1987. The fish was about three feet from my grasp when an Orca WOOSHED up and took it!
I’m surprised to this day I did not soil myself.
I don’t fish much anymore.
On my 5th birthday, I received a real fishing pole, just as I had requested. No Snoopy rod, for me, please. I was fishing with my dad on the peirs at Roosevelt Roads. I hooked on something, don’t know what, but it wasn’t anything special. It was still a couple of feet down when a barracuda decided it was dinner time. I actually had both fish hooked for a couple of seconds before the toothy predator cut the line. While it’s not an orca or great white, a 4ft barracuda to a 5 year old may as well be.