[flyersnfluke]

My first time on a party boat (the miss moore out of shoals dock on staten island), I carry the pre-rigged rods onboard and lean them against the cabin (we were about half way down the starboard side). I come back from checking out the inside of the cabin and I'm wondering why my dad is hovering over this woman. I look at my brother who starts cursing me under his breath (didn't take much)....I finally realize that the poles slid down, and one of the rods hooked this lady in her wig. My dad was doing his best to get the hook out of her wig without laughing (or cursing at me), all the while the lady is holding on to her wig like a hurricane was going to blow it away.