It was a classic case of no good deed going unpunished. Because the marina shop was so backed up, Dan had agreed to work freelance on a Sunday morning and install a new fish finder on the Yar-Craft’s helm so Chuck could go salmon angling on Lake Michigan without getting lost in the fog. This led to Dan crawling like a spelunker under the console to investigate wiring options, then to his inadvertent discovery of the rusty treble hook and to an ear-splitting utterance of expletives inappropriate in Chuck’s neighborhood, especially on a Sunday morning. One of the three hooks sank deep into Dan’s back while another stayed snagged in the boat’s carpeting, and — I cringe as I write this — Dan found himself momentarily attached to the boat by the hook. The carpeting eventually gave way, and Dan was released.