Well, I had the vallet spash me in the water and I readied the boat while waiting on my guest. After taking so long to return to the boat, he'd lost all hopes of a tip, unbeknowst to him.

Well, we made a little short hop and set down to fish. Right from the get go, the boy whips out his remote and just slap takes over. Before long, he's strattling the TM and giving me the stiff arm an NBA coach would be proud of. Pretty quick, he gets one and I get to take a 20 minute crash course on how to operate the livewell. OK, so my first spot did pan out. I decide to run us back up the hill maybe 1/2 mile and we set about realizing that it just wasn't gonna happen there either. Time to go.

So, we button everything down and I hammer on it. Dang boat gets all sluggish, but finally breaks over then starts leaning to port pretty dang bad. Remembering who I'm fishing with, I look port and give him the , to which he looks starboard and gives me the :o

After an awkward moment, I get to calculating.

I'm thinking me at a svelt 6'4" with a 30 inch waist and a 40" chest can't be out weighed that much by Feelay. Plus I've got Gonnabe leaned over on my side, which easily adds another 31 lbs to my side. Plus, with muscle being so much more dence than non muscle, surely the lean can't be cause by...the....um...........improper weight distribution.

Eureka - hit the bilge. And sure nuff, she's pumping like....well.....something that pumps a lot.

Had the issue all day. Got her home and filled the livewell with a hose 1/2 full and it took about 15 minutes to drain till empty. Got to looking and all of the silicone around the fitting is missing and the recirc pump looks to be hanging on by a thread and is prolly leaking as well.

Joy. Now I get to pull 3 batteries, my charger, a rigging wall all in the hopes of having long enough arms to re-caulk everthing.

There's hope for the Maj yet.

Wannabe...