The guide, Bobee and i were all 3 dozing in the coracle which was tethered to some rocks overlooking a deep pool just before Haira rapids begin. It had been a tough afternoon with the beer, and after 7 days out on the water, one tends to doze on the job.
I had my finger on the trigger, and react like lightning, but sleeping beauty was handling my other uptide with the rod facing sideways instead of forward and holding the rod like an oar rather than a fishing rod. I had been expecting trouble, but then Bobee never usually catches anything, so i gave him the benifit of the doubt.
All of a sudden there was this slam bang crash next to me and i was wide awake to find the line clamped to the rod by Bobee's left hand in the rowing position and the right hand helpless at the reel end.
He could neither strike nor release line for fear of the rod going overboard.
I had to take quick control of the rod and land the fish.
It was one of those casts to the Tamil Nadu border, and we were very fortunate that the fish was under 5 Kg's. Anything larger would have ripped the fingers off Bobee's left hand and taken my rod overboard.
And behind my rod you would have seen Bobee floating down the river, firmly accompanied by my rather large boot