Beat me too it... For the win!

I took my son fishing one evening last year... we were in a hurry to launch the boat and grab some burgers we had called in before the Marina closed. When the boat was launched we picked up the burgers and went fishing...two hours later a storm blows up and we are racing to the launch...lo and behold there is my truck waiting for me at the ramp... I had never parked it. It was still running...fortunately there were two other ramps... All I could do was shake my head and feel stupid.

I don't think I can beat SheCrappieKilla's story. I spit my beer all over the screen reading that one.

I have done the usual of leaving the plug out or the tie down straps on. The funniest story didn't happen to me, but to my family.

My grandparents had friends that they would go to Rayburn with most every Sunday to troll for large mouth back in the 70's. They would usually take two families and load up the deck boats. The wives would back the trailers down and the husbands would launch the boats. One time the friend's wife was backing the boat in and the husband kept yelling come on back, come on back, ... Boat was not coming off the trailer, so he probably had left the tie downs on. Husband proceeded to yell come on back getting more and more agitated, so the wife got out of the car and left it in reverse sinking the car. Wife yells "is that back far enough you SOB"?

Hell I got you all beat.

At the age of 17 or 18 years old, I was running limb lines for catfish on a river.

My future BIL was in town for Easter along with all the other family.

I had a 14' V bottom aluminum boat that I hand loaded in the bed of my truck that was powered by a 9.9 Evinrude, that I mounted to the boat once I had the boat in the water. (Hint)

My future BIL (aka a city slicker) said he always wanted to go fishing and asked if he could ride along with me to check my lines. Sure, lets go.

At the river with the boat in the water and loaded up with bait and gear to run the lines, up stream we went.

Somewhere along the way up stream I saw a brand new spinnerbait hanging from a tree limb 5 feet or so above the water, I told my BIL that we would stop and get that spinnerbait on our way back. We continued upstream to run limb lines. We finished running the lines and were headed back.

Running down stream wide open and not paying attention I ran past the spinnerbait that was hanging from the limb, I jerked the motor 90 degrees hard left to do a U turn in the river, this is when all hell broke loose and so did the 9.9 Evinrude. I never hand tighten the motor to the boat and off she went. The motor was leaning at a 30 degree angle and was doing donuts right behind the boat! The fuel line from the portable gas tank finally pulled loose after about 3 or 5 donuts and she was running wild.

Now the motor is doing free style donuts getting lower to the waters surface behind the boat and actually pass us twice before I had the bright ideal to grab ahold of it as it passed by on its next pass (it is stilling running wide open at this point). I grabbed ahold and lost my grip when I saw the prop surface. Once I let loose, down she went, only to see a few smoke bubbles surface.

We were a mile or better from the truck at this point and I told my future BIL, I have to dive down to try to find the motor. I jumped in, went down and found it resting on the bottom on the 1st try. I surfaced to get a breath of air and back down I went. This time when I surfaced I had my arms extended with the motor above my head only to see my future BIL setting in the center of the boat and in shock I guess, he was not offering any help to get the motor back into the boat and I about drown before I threw it over the side.

Anyways I was able to get the motor back on the boat and the fuel line repaired, I tried to get her pull started but, the cylinder was full of water and she wouldn't budge, after several tries the water cleared the cylinder and she eventually started up, we were on our way to the truck again.

On the ride home in the truck, future BIL only asked me one question.

"Does this happen all the time, when you go fishing?"

I was still pisssed about him not helping, so I didn't answer.

We got home and he ran into the house screaming "you are not going to believe what happened"

I should have killed him.

Fast foward 35+ years latter, still married to his sister and BIL and I are still fishing together. Ha.

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Hell I got you all beat.

At the age of 17 or 18 years old, I was running limb lines for catfish on a river.

My future BIL was in town for Easter along with all the other family.

I had a 14' V bottom aluminum boat that I hand loaded in the bed of my truck that was powered by a 9.9 Evinrude, that I mounted to the boat once I had the boat in the water. (Hint)

My future BIL (aka a city slicker) said he always wanted to go fishing and asked if he could ride along with me to check my lines. Sure, lets go.

At the river with the boat in the water and loaded up with bait and gear to run the lines, up stream we went.

Somewhere along the way up stream I saw a brand new spinnerbait hanging from a tree limb 5 feet or so above the water, I told my BIL that we would stop and get that spinnerbait on our way back. We continued upstream to run limb lines. We finished running the lines and were headed back.

Running down stream wide open and not paying attention I ran past the spinnerbait that was hanging from the limb, I jerked the motor 90 degrees hard left to do a U turn in the river, this is when all hell broke loose and so did the 9.9 Evinrude. I never hand tighten the motor to the boat and off she went. The motor was leaning at a 30 degree angle and was doing donuts right behind the boat! The fuel line from the portable gas tank finally pulled loose after about 3 or 5 donuts and she was running wild.

Now the motor is doing free style donuts getting lower to the waters surface behind the boat and actually pass us twice before I had the bright ideal to grab ahold of it as it passed by on its next pass (it is stilling running wide open at this point). I grabbed ahold and lost my grip when I saw the prop surface. Once I let loose, down she went, only to see a few smoke bubbles surface.

We were a mile or better from the truck at this point and I told my future BIL, I have to dive down to try to find the motor. I jumped in, went down and found it resting on the bottom on the 1st try. I surfaced to get a breath of air and back down I went. This time when I surfaced I had my arms extended with the motor above my head only to see my future BIL setting in the center of the boat and in shock I guess, he was not offering any help to get the motor back into the boat and I about drown before I threw it over the side.

Anyways I was able to get the motor back on the boat and the fuel line repaired, I tried to get her pull started but, the cylinder was full of water and she wouldn't budge, after several tries the water cleared the cylinder and she eventually started up, we were on our way to the truck again.

On the ride home in the truck, future BIL only asked me one question.

"Does this happen all the time, when you go fishing?"

I was still pisssed about him not helping, so I didn't answer.

We got home and he ran into the house screaming "you are not going to believe what happened"

I should have killed him.

Fast foward 35+ years latter, still married to his sister and BIL and I are still fishing together. Ha.

Top That!