Funny story from 30 years ago. I was fishing a lot of bass tournaments in GA where we lived and had my name and town on my engine cowling on my Skeeter like so many others in that era. We had come back to KY for a spring vacation with the boat. My Dad and I had put in at Sportsman's at Jonathan Creek.

When we got ready to load up, my Dad was having a fit backing my truck with a topper on the bed. The ramp was divided into 3 lanes by a low curb. In the lane next to the one we were using was an elderly couple. They also had a topper on their pick-up. The old man was having a terrible time backing it in and the old lady was screaming and cussing him as he did his best. My Dad got lined up and was slowly backing down the ramp. I was 15 yards off the end of the ramp, ready to pull the Skeeter onto the trailer.

As Dad was almost to getting the trailer into the water, the old lady stepped onto the ramp we were using. My Dad couldn't see her or me trying my best to warn him to watch out for her. As Dad got the trailer to her, he bumped up against her legs with the carpeted area behind the trailer wheel. All of a sudden she sat down onto the trailer and Dad backed her right into the water with her butt parked on my trailer. I was screaming, she was screaming, my Dad was totally in shock and the old lady's husband came out of his truck laughing his butt off at the sight of her waist deep, still sitting on my trailer.

Dad almost dropped her off when he pulled forward to get her out of the water. She was furious, Dad was embarrassed, I was figuring I was about to get sued, and the old man was still laughing. We finally got it all sorted out and both boats loaded up. She was fine but wet, the old man was getting the cussing of his life for laughing at her, and Dad and I never broke a smile till we drove off. We then proceeded to almost roll in the floorboards laughing about what had just happened.

Luckily all turned out OK and I never did get sued over it. Dad still hates backing my truck with a topper down the ramp. I don't ask him to do it any more.

One of my bass tournament buddies used to say our bass club could launch 20 boats and blast off before the average "perch-jerker" could get his rig backed down the ramp and in the water. He was right much of the time.