I've only been in one boat that required goggles. Back in 1980, when we were in McAlester, the realtor that helped us get our house, borrowed his uncle's custom boat. It was one of a batch that was designed for Cliff Waters, the Cowboy Dback. He wanted the fastest thing on the water. We put in at No. 9 landing on a perfectly calm day (I know, this sounds like a fairy tale already). When Jim turned over the motors, it brought me back to the days of my buddy's drag racing hotrod. As Jim strapped on a cap and put on his goggles, Gary and I kind of chuckled. When he told us to sit facing astern, we thought he was joking, but we did as he said. We took off to the south, and when the trim tabs leveled off, our ears were flapping against the sides of our faces. I have no idea what our speed was, but it was exhilarating, to say the least.
We fished for bass back in a cove and did no good. When we came out of the perfectly calm cove at full speed, there was a tiny ripple on the main body. We hit the ripple, and the bow lifted up as Jim killed the throttle. We nearly did the backflip. The rest rest of the day, Jim kept it at a normal speed, as we tried get our hearts to quit pounding.


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