When we were on spring break during our senior year in college, did a bluewater fishing trip. Since the partying had been hearty, one of the guys fell asleep in the fighting chair.
The first mate quietly reeled in the line and attached a vinyl album to the line, then tossed it back out. One of us gave the rod a solid whack, which woke the person in the chair.
The captain kept zigging and zagging the boat so the record would pull to one side, then the other. He would slow down so that line could be gained, then speed up so it ripped drag.
Our poor roommate hung on for dear life. We dumped water on his head to keep him cool and he wound fight all the harder. After 30 minutes, he was ready to quit, but the mate kept telling him to hold on because he thought he was hooked into a record. This just spurred him on and he wound start pumping and reeling all the harder.
Every time he would start to weaken, someone would say they thought he had a record. Finally after an hour or so, the captain basically cut the engine and when the line got close to the boat, the album flew out of the water, since all pressure was off, and landed on the deck.
The roommate just sat there completely stunned and wore out. The mate picked it up and said, βTokd you it was a record, itβs the Beatles.β