Aunty, that's the time-tested tradition of pi$$ing up a fish. Usually occurs shortly after the other time-tested tradition of toasting the fish gods
That of course reminds me of a story of a day out at Washaway Beach when I for some reason had the hot hand and was slowly filling the boat with big kings for everybody. We had of course been toasting the fish gods religiously. This was resulting in a lot of pi$$ing up of the next fish, which of course hit while I was doing exactly that. It was rainy, windy, and rough and I had just lowered my rainpants when the fish hit. I grabbed my rod (the one with the fish on it) and attempted to run across the deck to get my line around the motor when the fish ran under the boat almost immediately. I tripped on my raingear, and also probably from a combination of rough water, wet deck, and too much fish god toasting, and as I fell on my face my rod (the one with the fish on it) left my hands and went flying over the side
Well, my buddy Mike, who was at the motor and hadn't yet reeled in, quickly wrapped his line around my rod (the one with the fish on it) as it went streaking by, managed to snag it, haul it aboard, and handed it to me. I landed that king too. Which resulted in extra fish god toasting, extra fish pi$$ing, and it all kind of degereated from there