When I was younger my family would do the family vacation thing every year. We always went to the beach and one day every year my father and I would go deep sea fishing. This story happened when I was 12 or 13. Anyone who goes deep sea fishing knows that the poles used are very stiff and do not bend a great deal unless you have a very large and/or powerful fish on. Well, its the end of the outing and the boat captain announces "all lines up." We are about 15 miles out and can see no land. I start to bring up my line and the poll starts bending like an ultralight. The Captain and a couple of mates come over and stand ready gaff hooks and other equipment for what we are assuming is going to be one hell of a catch.
Well, a few minutes into it the Captain and mates are trying to figure out what I have on. A shark? Skate? Ray? They are leaning toward shark. I am hoping it is. Still reeling and trying to land the thing. All the other 'fishers' have gathered around to see what this young kid is bringing in. Poll still bending like crazy, gaff hooks at the ready, I am about to bring my catch to the surface...
Guess what I caught. You ready...
A pair of jeans with cinderblocks tied to it!
I am not making this up. The captain cut my line and dropped em back into the ocean.