My brother and I roomed together many years ago, and we both like to fish so you know what we did every chance we got. 2 trips come to mind. We entered a tournament with a bunch of guys he worked with. We lived close to downtown Orlando, and had to keep most of the boat gear in the grudge. I get all my tackle ready the night before, and he rigged the boat cuz he had the day before off. Pull up to the ramp at dark:30 and I put in the plug. Go to hook up the fuel line- no gas tank. He dropped the boat and I fished around the ramp while he ran for an hour and a half to get the tank.
The other I didn't witness but came in on the back end. Jim had taken 2 friends to Titusville to load up on the sea trout the paper said were jumpin in the boat. 14' runabout with a pedestal seat(cheap walmart variety) mounted on the front deck. One of the guests was about 325lbs and not too graceful. Fishin was slow and the big guy stood up to cast, lost his balance, and fell back against the side of the boat and the seat at the same time. With the center of gravity so high from the front seat, and Jim leaning back at the wrong time, The boat flipped upside down in about 12 ft of water. This is January. He comes up after the flip with all his rods, and the rest goes to the bottom permanently. The tackle box was mine, full of lures and his car keys. I always questioned that"I won't drop them in the water theory" before this, and never let him forget it after. While they were picked up by a passing boater and dried out, I had to come with the spare keys. On a motorcycle. In January. That was 25 yrs ago and he still gets an occasional reminder.