That last story, brought to mind,

another one, as I remembered looking up at the sun shining on the surface of water, (can still plainly see it, in my mind's eye), with a feeling of helplessness, and realized I have had that view before, with the same feeling, (You're gonna die!) "Twas a beautiful summer afternoon, and I was bass fishing at one the local sandpits, when I decided to try a new technique. I put a floating frog lure on, cast it out, and left to do something else for awhile. When I came back, the lure was nowhere in sight, but, as I reeled in the slack line, I could see, in the clear water, a huge largemouth, snagged on an underwater tree limb, in about twelve feet of water. After a couple of false starts, I was able to kick down deep enough, where my plan was to pull the lure from the snag, and hopefully retrieve the fish. What I WASN'T planning on, was the fish going crazy, and impaling my hand on the exposed treble hook. Again, I remember looking up at the sunlight dappling the surface, and realizing I was trapped below. After trying, unsuccessfully, to disengage the hook from the branch, I freaked out and jerked may hand free of the lure, leaving a cloud of blood as I (must have) straightened out the hook and the barb tore my hand open. 'Tis well over forty years ago, but I still have that view of the twinkling surface above me, but thankfully, the feeling of terror is way diminished...