I've been there, but with slightly more comical results. I just picked up a SJ and was going to practice buoys with my buds. We got out there, hit a couple rounds, and then took a break, where I removed my tether from my arm (still attached to the bars).
You see where this is going.
Well, time to fill up; I'm going back! I jumped on it and wanted to zoom away in cool fashion on my sweet new ski. I did zoom away; I started the boat and it frickin' bolted. Spring snapped. There was a huge rock wall 150 ft ahead. I was hanging on like a rag doll duct taped to the handlebars because I was damned if I was going to let my new boat be smashed to smithereens. Yes, I said smithereens. So I flailed along attempting to get it to turn, which it did. Now it was bucking bronco time. I was hanging on with one hand, being dragged on my back, thrown around in circles as the thing turned and went straight whenever it wanted at full throttle.
I managed to get the damn thing unhooked and as the pump came out of the water I muscled up and flipped my then somewhat in shape body over to grasp the start/stop switch and bullseyed the tether. Pulled it.
Once I caught my breath, I could hear everyone laughing at me from the shore and from the group I left.
Friends. They're always there to laugh and ridicule.
:highhorse: <----what I looked like.