My topwater plug did indeed land right behind the boulder, and the strike was instantaneous. Several seconds later, the force of the rapid pulled the raft, Ellis, the smallmouth and me into its maelstrom. I was bent low over the side of the raft as I battled the smallie, so my face took the brunt of a three-foot wave that crashed into the bow. Another minute passed before the 19-inch smallmouth was netted. "Not bad," yelled Ellis. And then he added, "How did you get so wet?"