I got my certificate back in '73, 24 and three quarter miles off the coast of Corona del Mar. The seas were rough I remember, and we weren't having much luck with our fishing. This was the old royal Spanish sailing lane we were at. After 7 hours of nothing, not even a nibble, my reel suddenly starts a singing. I just let it run, I knew it was a big one. Then, as quick as it started, the line went dead. I started reeling my line in. It got snagged a couple times on something on the bottom but each time,I was able to free it and continue reeling. Something, I could tell was on my line, and then I finally saw it. Apparently what ever it was that hit my bait got loose but while reeling it in, it snagged this magnificently preserved lantern that must have been on an old sunken galleon in those ancient Spanish days. But that's not what was so remarkable, you know what, that damn thing was still lit. Right after that the captain called me to the bridge so I blew out the lantern and went to the bridge, he officially swore me in as a BS first class, and handed me my certificate.