My wife and I spent the past weekend fishing our home river. For the most part, fishing was predictable and mostly non-eventful. Lots of bugs hatching on the water, and lots of eager stockers. My wife always particularly enjoys catching fish on pretty much every cast.
I'm not sure exactly how, but my wife developed one heck of a tangle, her entire leader was tightly bound into a fist sized snarl. I took her rod, gave her mine, and told her to go on fishing while I resolved the mess.
I moved out to mid stream to get out of her way, and had the line dangling downstream. I was still holding the rod, but was looking down at my chest pack to find my tippet spool. I was just about to put my rod under my arm to free both hands, when I see a mighty swirl at the end of my line.
More out of reflex than anything else, I lift the rod to about 45 degrees, which immediately causes a Michael Jordan like leap out of a fair sized steelhead. I'm pretty sure I dropped my rod down a bit, but by the time the fish hit the water, the force on the rod had been released.
I figure, oh well, that will save me from having to cut off that fly. As I lift the rod up, I see the knot on my fly hadn't failed, rather the fish took off with fly, tangled leader, furled line and lilian. Had the strike happen a few seconds later once the rod was under my arm, I'm convinced I would have probably lost my entire rod. Thanks to the fishing gods for small favors.
Although that put an end to my fishing for the day, (I didn't want to reclaim my rod from my wife when she is having fun catching), it was worth it to see that fish do his cartwheel.