I hate them even worse than yellers...at least yellers are native to our waters. LOL
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I have remembered another near death experience....
Living and fishing near Houston Tx, you will be in brakish water most of the time. A buddy told me about a pool of water that was fed by artisian springs which made the water crystal clear. It was supposedly on the lower Trinity river some where. So, we lit off in his 22 foot Champion to find this wonderful oddity pool of water. While running wide open across a flat, we grounded that monster of a boat. We were in a tidal pool that had one way in, and another way out while the tide was receading. The pool was about 200 acres and we were right in the middle of it. Try pushing a 22 foot boat in 2 inches of water with knee deep mud under it In July in southeast Texas. After an hour or so, we were totaly spent. My buddy said he just had to go to the woods to answer the call. I crawled up into the boat and tried to get under a seat to keep the sun at least off of my head. I had decided I was going to die so I wouldn't have to push that battleship any more. This was supposed to be one of those half day trips. His wife had plans for me to meet her buddy that afternoon (way before Mrs DP found me). Just when I knew the end was near, I had an epithany that I wasn't supposed to die that day. I found half a bottle of Gatoraid the owner said he didn't even know was in the boat. It was sooooo good. Then the tide started coming back in and made the pushing a little easier. To sum the story up, we pushed for about 6 hours and was 2 hours late for my blind date. I was totally PO'd at my buddy, and his wife hated both of us. When we got to the event where my blind date was, she had already found another guy. After giving her the look over, I think God had a hand in my day.
DP
DP, that must be a blessing looking at it in hindsight. Some fun and scary reading here.Slackline
I was standing on the deck throwing a cast net, and one of the weights came around and hit me on the point of my elbow. Hurt like he**. Didn't think anything about it till i started seeing blood all over the front of my boat, and looked down and had it dripping off my fingers. All that blood, and it was a cut any bigger than a bad paper cut.
One night while night fishing i needed a flashlight out of my rod box...I reached in and blindly felt around for it. Well after feeling around and finding it i started fishing it was dark and i noticed my left jig hand was wet and sticky...I took the flash light and shined on my jig hand and noticed a large cut bleeding profusely up and down my had. Still to this day I dont know what split me wide open.
DP did you have a pair of ear rings to give her? HAHA!!!
I have fallen down in every possible way in a boat. Frontwardss, backwards, sideways you name it. Was standing up bass fishing in the back of a 1436 and fell into the hole where the gas tank is, fell in boats and out of boats..Lol and I'm not even what you would call clumsy, just not afraid of a boat enough to watch what I'm doing I guess...... worst "fall" I've had was when me and a buddy was running the saline river and hit a shoal, we had run through there 3 times already that day without trouble but that last time liked to have killed us, we were in a 1548 war eagle with a brand new 25 etec, it had t&t with no kick up, up well we came to a dead stop and both of us flew from the back deck to the front deck before you could blink, buddy wasn't wearing safety kill switch so as soon as we hit the deck there was no one in the back and the motor was still running wide open, it was a mad scramble for the tiller then but before we got to it, it took a hard 90 and run us into a treetop and piled us up again. We were lucky to have no injuries other than a bruised ego and half ripped off toenail.
had a snake fall in my boat right at my feet from over hanging limb he didnt hurt me but made me hurt myself,,,,,,,,, and ruin my underware
At Maumelle circa 1996 in a 14 foot flatbottom with 3 men and wind outta the east blowing pretty hard. Someone had stolen the trolling motor off our ranger the night before so we took the flatbottom. Anyways, launched at the old Jolly Rogers marina and headed north across the lake and were ok until we turned back west with a following sea. Waves were too much and my dad yelled "grab the rods" when the boat sunk from under us and it was in March so yes the water was so cold it locked my muscles up for about 10 seconds. Luckily the wind blew us into a point that was only about a hunnert yards away but we lost some of the old rods my grandad custom wrapped and several Cardinal 4 reels and a couple 5500C's. No kiddin a few minutes later the only other boat on the lake pulled into the cove right next to us and saw us waving on the bank and he trolled over and said "what happened" to which my buddy replied "our boat sunk" to which the fisherman replied "where is it"! I kinda chuckled as Jimbo replied "On the bottom"! The boat is still there and is a nice 14 foot alumacraft with a johnnyrude 15 and sits in 44 feet of water at normal level right in the middle of the channel.