Funny you say that, a long time ago my brother wanted to see my " addiction " first hand. So we are out on the backside at 2am slow pick foggy nite. He starts yelling " I got one , I got one "
I walk to him and he is leaning into it pretty good except the plug is in his boot.
I take the rod away, tell him he is shut off and to crawl into my truck and get some crib.
