The first time I drifted right in front of me to watch my rig I didn't even think of catching a boot bumper but sure enough, one went for it. My rod hit the water surface so hard and fast it spooked the fish and it took the slack out so quick it didn't come unbuttoned for a few seconds. I immediately looked around to make sure no one had saw as if I had narrowly avoided a slip and fall by flailing my arms about. I was so embarrassed by what others would think and found it comical to myself because I knew my intentions at the same time. Kind of like the time, before I had any casting rhythm, and my back cast still into the water and I foul hooked a stocker on my forward cast. I thought I had snagged a rock at first .