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Ok here are some details of my
not so good Saturday on the water. I got up early ran to spot on with a perfectly good motor and caught 5 fish and they just quit. I said phooey, went to spot 2 with a perfectly good motor and caught 0 fish. This time I said double phooey and went to spot 3 with a perfectly good motor, started catching some better quality fish and said HOT DOG. So now it is time to go meet everybody for lunch. I fasten everything down, sit down in the drivers seat, turn the key on that perfectly good motor and a civil war cannon goes off in my ear. For G's sake I won't say what I said this time but it would have made a sailor learn a few words I think. After 3 or 4 seconds of figuring what just happened my cowling returns to earth and my head was the landing zone. If anybody don't think a piece of plastic won't hurt you let me drop a cowling on your head from 15 feet above. So, after the cowling whoops me I hear sizzling, see smoke, and you know what they say about smoke, where it is there is fire. At one point I could not see the motor hardly at all and was wishing I had feelay there for his fire skills. With only 2 or 3 seconds left before I went man over board the fire went out. My uncle towed me back in and my fishing day was over and my drunk started. I figured since my legs were so weak I could hardly stand up and my head was killing what did I have to lose my consuming some alcohol. Here are a few pics of the aftermath.
