Reminds me of a great friend that passed a few years ago, We were jump shooting on a local river, i had never done this river before and didn't know about the rapids. He wanted to portage around them, and i asked to take a closer look as i was in the front of the sport boat(Grumman) they looked inviting, so i gave a big thrust, and down we went. Poor old Dick(rest his soul) dropped his paddle, and grabbed his Rem 1100, and hung on to it for dear life. i was doing everything from the front, and kept telling him to grab his paddle. He kept saying, "I worked to many OT shifts for this shotgun to loose it", Well he got to keep it but my paddle was just a spear, and he wouldn't let me use his 1100 to help him the rest of the way. My 870 was just too precious to use as a paddle.
We hunted together many years after, and that story came up many times.
RIP Big Dick!