Ohhhh, Jake saw this one in action.
Last summer we often cat fished with three or four other anglers at night. Two of the guys (Ethan and Kevin "G") were constantly on edge listening for a big cat to pull the drag or watching to see if the light stick (that we use so we can see the rod tips) moves. Whenever a fish hit, they would scream "drag, drag, drag) and run for the rod.
This particular night was extremely slow, not even a nibble and we had rods spread out for about 200 yards on the banks - some very far off from the table we use as a base camp. The guys would often kill time by playing Yatzee, debating various points and generally just hanging out.
While Ethan and Kevin were involved in an intense Yatzee game I slowly faded away from the light and made my way down the bank to where Ethan had a rod set up about 100 yards away. Crouching behind a bush, I took hold of the fishing line where it entered the water and pulled it towards me. I waited until there was a lull in the conversations and began tugging on the line like a mad man.
"Zzzzzzzzzz" as the drag screamed from my tugging and the light on the rod bounced around like there was a massive fish taking the bait. I then hear Ethan scream "DRAG, DRAG, DRAG" he jumped up and then fell over Kevin as they attempt a mad dash for the rod.
Jake nearly pissed himself laughing as he watched those two nut jobs scramble, turning over tackle boxes and tripping over bait buckets.
Since that day, Ethan keeps a close eye on me whenever he can to make certain that I do not get him twice. His continued paranoid state makes it even more funny.
BEWARE!
Here is the aftermath and famous Yaftee (Ethan carved Yaftee - not Yatzee) table: