Ok guys. Who has a story they would like to share ?? What is the funniest thing that has happened to you in your boat, or out fishing, going to the lake, or taking a family member out ?? Any funny launching ramp stories ??
And Bisbby....be nice to JoeBro !!!!
if I start telling midget stories I will get banned from the board.You want the one where the midget gave me a tiny torpedo ear ring? or the one where he gave me a crankbait hairdo? or the one where he was supposed to be first for blast off but lost on the way to the ramp? or maybe the one he layed down and cried after losing a fish? I could go on and on here!
Butch Brotherton
Monticello, Iowa
2011 Nitro Z8 250 Mercury Pro XS
But I do think that even though he only has 1 eye, he probably has better luck casting the lure out of the boat than you do
It was a while back and I had an 18' Smoker Craft Pro Angler at the time. I was fishing Lake Pomme De Terre in Southern Missouri and I backed the boat down the ramp and gave it a little pop to get it off the trailer not thinking that I had forgotten to attach my recovery rope. The boat slide off the trailer and out about 20' from the ramp. I had to park the truck and trailer and then swim out in 38 degree weather to get the boat. Thank goodness it warmed up from that point on and I dried off before I froze. Now I always remember to tie off the rope when I am alone.
I was on candlewood lake in C.T. with a good friend and we heard a plane over head for about 5 min then I heard the engine stall and we looked up and it was falling right on us.I threw my rod down and started running around the boat me and my buddy bumped into each other about 3 times. I grabbed my vest and was about to jump into the ice cold water then he started his engine REAL CLOSE and flew up the lake(explain that one to your insurance agent). Then about 15 min later we heard the same thing up the lake and there is these two guys running around there boat as the plane was falling on them TRUE STORY
Alright, this goes no further! I feel bad sharing, but hey what are family members for? I am taking my father-in-law out fishing in his boat. We don't agree on how to launch the boat, but his boat...his way. I always like to start it and drive it off the trailer and he wants to just bump it off and hold onto a rope.
So we are going to bump the boat off on this fine early spring morning with the air temp about 38 or so. I back down slowly and am just getting the boat and trailer in the water when me motions me to come on back faster. Being the good son-in-law that I am, I comply. We won't go into what was crossing my mind at the time, but I am following instructions to a T.
I hit the brakes when he tells me to and the boat floats off the trailer just as nice as you please. He turns around to show me "see how easy", but he still has the rope in his hand and now the boat is pulling it tight. He forgot that he had 50' of rope, or the cold air had him holding tight, or the pull on the rope made him instictively try to pull back, who knows? But a body in motion stays in motion and if I remember physics momentum also has to do with mass. Considerng the boat's mass was greater than my father-in-law's, and the fact he had a death grip on the rope, the boat caused him to take a step toward the water, then another, still holding tightly to the rope, and now one more step..........which placed his foot on the slick moss on the ramp and he immediately went down to the ground and into the water.He stood up and was wet from mid chest down. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
Embarrassed and wet he wants to get out of this mess as soon as possible and motions for me to pull the truck and trailer up. I think he wanted to figure out what to say to me and needed some extra time while I parked the truck. I did not pull forward immediately and he motioned again to pull up. I rolled down my window and told him why I couldn't go forward, but he couldn't hear me and yellsat me to pull up. I had to get out of the truck, straight face and all (hard to do) and walk back to him and explain to him I can't pull forward while he is straddling the trailer tire unless he wants to get run over. He moves over and I park the truck just laughing
He is standing there with the rope still in his hand shivering from the cold and still wants to go out. I knew then I didn't want to mess with this guy, he had to be tough to still want to fish, so we get in the boat and start slowly going to our spot. He asks why we are going so slow and I told him I didn't want to make him any colder than he already was. By this time I was beginning to feel a little sorry for him, but he told me he couldn't get any colder so just drive it and lets get there. I opened her up and trimmed her out and he found out he could get a lot colder, but we stayed WOT all the way to where we were fishing. This is absolutely true.
By the way, we drive it off the trailer now!
<TABLE WIDTH="90%" CELLSPACING=0 CELLPADDING=0 ALIGN=CENTER><TR><TD>Quote, originally posted by Tx 201 »</TD></TR><TR><TD CLASS="quote">Alright, this goes no further! I feel bad sharing, but hey what are family members for? I am taking my father-in-law out fishing in his boat. We don't agree on how to launch the boat, but his boat...his way. I always like to start it and drive it off the trailer and he wants to just bump it off and hold onto a rope.
So we are going to bump the boat off on this fine early spring morning with the air temp about 38 or so. I back down slowly and am just getting the boat and trailer in the water when me motions me to come on back faster. Being the good son-in-law that I am, I comply. We won't go into what was crossing my mind at the time, but I am following instructions to a T.
I hit the brakes when he tells me to and the boat floats off the trailer just as nice as you please. He turns around to show me "see how easy", but he still has the rope in his hand and now the boat is pulling it tight. He forgot that he had 50' of rope, or the cold air had him holding tight, or the pull on the rope made him instictively try to pull back, who knows? But a body in motion stays in motion and if I remember physics momentum also has to do with mass. Considerng the boat's mass was greater than my father-in-law's, and the fact he had a death grip on the rope, the boat caused him to take a step toward the water, then another, still holding tightly to the rope, and now one more step..........which placed his foot on the slick moss on the ramp and he immediately went down to the ground and into the water.
Embarrassed and wet he wants to get out of this mess as soon as possible and motions for me to pull the truck and trailer up. I think he wanted to figure out what to say to me and needed some extra time while I parked the truck. I did not pull forward immediately and he motioned again to pull up. I rolled down my window and told him why I couldn't go forward, but he couldn't hear me and yells
He is standing there with the rope still in his hand shivering from the cold and still wants to go out. I knew then I didn't want to mess with this guy, he had to be tough to still want to fish, so we get in the boat and start slowly going to our spot. He asks why we are going so slow and I told him I didn't want to make him any colder than he already was. By this time I was beginning to feel a little sorry for him, but he told me he couldn't get any colder so just drive it and lets get there. I opened her up and trimmed her out and he found out he could get a lot colder, but we stayed WOT all the way to where we were fishing. This is absolutely true.
By the way, we drive it off the trailer now!
That is a funny story right there!!!!
Ok, this one time at band camp, oops wrong story, The midget and I are fishing our favorite lake...Joe spots a nice small mouth in real shallow water, tosses a tiny torpedo at it and sure enough the smallie starts for it. Well this is clear water and Joe gets a little excited and sets the hook, hard! The smallie had just opened its mouth and was wondering where in the heck did that go. Joe says sh!t, too soon. He starts reeling in to try again. Well I'm in the back of the boat and I know where that tiny torpedo went. Right in my ear! So I very politely say (before he gets all the slack out of his line and starts to cast again) excuse me you vertically challenged offspring of a dirty lady (which in laymans terms is you little s.o.b.), you stuck me! Now we had left the pliers in the truck and after a few minutes of trying to rip my ear off we decided to motor across the lake to retrieve them from the truck for surgical purposes. I decide to walk the 50 yards up to the truck and try to remove the lure myself. Of course without eyes in the side of my head it was to no avail. So I walk the 50 yards back to the ramp to have Joe give it a try. Now there are plenty of people at the ramp and I'm sure their thinking this 40ish ole man looks rediculous with a large ear ring. But I ignore the looks and head for the dock where Joe dropped me off. No Joe. I look out and there he his fishing! The other time he stuck me we had to go to the doctors office to have it removed, we stopped at a cabin my folks were in to tell them where we were going, get ready to go and theres Joe eating breakfast!
Butch Brotherton
Monticello, Iowa
2011 Nitro Z8 250 Mercury Pro XS
As for me eating breakfast.... I cannot turn down bacon!
Me neither Joe.....especially if it's thick sliced maple flavored
Alright, so we are fishing a tourny last year when due to some unfortunate lock times we realize we have to put the hammer down to make it back to weigh in. We are on the roughest pool in the mississippi due to a staggering number of pleasure boats. I've got it buried when we hit some rollers and send the boat airborne. Not once, not twice, but three times. (Didn't back out of the throttle enough
I wasn't slugging him! I was looking for something to hold on to!
Butch Brotherton
Monticello, Iowa
2011 Nitro Z8 250 Mercury Pro XS
After driving over 5 hours to get to Lake Fork the mother of all rainstorms started. I, being a former Boy Scout and avid fisherman always bring my rain gear. Dad on the other hand figured that 40% chance of rain wasn't a high enough percentage to warrant bringing his rain gear. I tell dad that I didn't drive 5 hours to sit in the truck and watch it rain, so dang it we are going to fish. The rain slacks up a bit and we go out on the lake. After about 30 min, the rain starts back up again. Pouring so hard you can't see 50 yrds. I am in my Gore-Tex so I am dry. Dad on the otherhand, looks as miserable as an old wet hen. I jokeingly suggest that he can empy out my rod locker and crawl in it to stay dry. You guessed it, he took me up on the offer. After about 45 min, the rain still didn't let up and now I could hear thunder. Well Dad was safe in the rod locker, but here I was out in the open with ligtening on the lake. I decide to run back to the marina about 5 miles away. Dad stayed in the rod locker. Once we got into the marina Dad opens up the rod locker and crawls out... you should have seen the looks people had on their face when they saw a man crawl out of a rod locker.
Good story, if you would have had another brand boat, he might not have fit in there.
Kathy, I am sure you have some funny stories of things that have happened at the plant, how bout a little "inside scoop"?
Well Chris, I read your post about 2 hours ago and you are asking me to go back a looooong way. At least 5 years or better. There are countless numbers of practical jokes that I have seen.
One afternoon me and my boss Woody went to lunch. Came back, went to work, was doing our thing. We had been back from lunch at least 45 minutes and everytime I looked at Woody I kept seeing something shiney on the side of his head. Finally, curosity got the better of me and I asked Woody what the heck he had on the side of his head. It was in the summer time so I just thought it was sweat at first but it just didn't look right. He didn't know what I was talking about so upon closer examination of his head I wiped my finger thru the shiney stuff and looked at my finger.....it was silver
Both of us at the same time looked across the room at the finish department and everyone over there was holding their stomachs and had tears coming out of their eyes from laughing so much and so hard
You talk about somebody coming unglued....Woody was NOT a happy boat builder at that time.
Then there was the time that a guy named Roadkill needed to take a boat from the front of the plant to the back of the plant. Back in the days of milk and honey at Cobra that was an impossible task to do inside the plant because there was no room. You had to take the boat outside and around to the back.
So Roadkill jumps on the forklift and connects to the boat. Now this guy thinks he's too cool. He decides that he is good enough that he don't need to lock the trailor to the hitch on the fork lift.
There are 2 entrances to the front parking lot at the plant and at the time the front lot was too full of cars and boat trailors. So Roadkill takes off with this boat, goes out 1 entrance out onto the road. Down the road he goes to the other entrance which leads to the back of the plant. Well, when he gets to the other entrance, he hits a bump in the road. Luckily Roadkill hadn't lifted up the jack stand on the trailor so it was still in the down position. Anyway, he hits a bump in the road, pop goes the trailor off of the hitch and down the road this boat takes off on it's own
Raodkill is a fat man and don't wear a belt.
It finally wound up in a ditch a short distance down the road from the plant. No damage at all. Didn't come off the trailor or anything.
It was a long time before we let Roadkill use the forklift to move anymore boats.
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