
Originally Posted by
Yelim
As a kid, early teens, I went with some friends and their fathers to spend the night camping on Anclote Key. Plan was to get up early, head out in gulf to do some Grouper digging. One father had a nice boat at the time, late fifties. It was an aluminum cuddy cabin with a big Evinrude on the back. I was riding high and mighty with my legs straddling the bow when the steering broke and sent the boat in a all the way turn going wide open. Except for a rope tied to the cleat on the bow I would probably been killed by the motor after falling in. Scared the devil out of me. Had to tie a rope to each side of engine to steer our way back. Thought I had forgotten about that experience.