Oh Capt Fred, this so made me laugh...

Years ago I ran a boat for one of the retired VPs of AT&T. Bill was a big fly fisher and loved to do it in the salt. One day we found a nice grass mat on a slick calm day, I backed the boat up to it and started chumming and Bill was on some nice 20+ pounders on fly will the other guest had them on some very light Trout rods. That boat had a swim platform that I heated but was nice to get his wife on and off the boat.
Well I thought I would stand on the platform as the back of the boat was full with 5 anglers, all hooked up and a mate chumming them to the boat. I would gaff and bait from there. Bill got a really nice bull to the boat and there was another one with him. I gaffed that fish and stuffed him into the box and something grabbed my big toe and almost pulled me in. I turned to see that other big bull hanging onto my toe, pulling for all he could. Something took over, survivor mode I guess and I gaffed that fish and over I went with one hand on the gaff and the other on the swim platform with that big bull still fighting. The mate hoped over and grabbed the gaff and he went into the box.
Took 3 weeks for that toe to heal and Bill still reminds me about it 10 years later every time we see each other. Thanks for bringing that back to my mind. Glad that did not make it on film. If memory serves me right, Bill went to Cabo and fished with you a few years before that. He and Bart Miller are friends.