Hey BK, your post kinda gives the BB term 'log out' a whole new meaning. ...

Ya JH, a good silver bite cost me some em'barass'ment on the poop deck of my old Whitewater Marine open V-sled. I followed the big charter boats out of Depoe Bay during the summer silver season several years ago. There had been good fishing out there and lots of other small boats followed the charters to find the schools of fish. Well it wasn't red hot but a very good overall bite on a fairly tight area on a school of these cohos. It was just me and one fishing partner - I'll call him Ted to protect the guilty. Now I hate to leave a good bite going on so I held back nature's call in staging area #2 longer than I should have. Well, I couldn't hang in there among all those boats any longer, so we picked up and I ran out to what I thought to be far enough away to do business and still be near the school for some peripheral fish. (If you've read the thread thus far I guess this won't bother you). My honey bucket consisted of a 2 gallon rubber pale placed under one of those camper crapers with the thin aluminum legs. Well, when I let it pack in real tight from holding it off for so long then it can become a little harder to get things moving, ya know. And Ted is not a patient guy when the bite is over yonder. He had our 2 lines out but we weren't getting any bites, and I'm struggling on the job on the 'poop deck'. He chides me to hurry the f... up and I'm tryin hard as I can against the log jam within. So Ted just takes a wide turn back towards the bite ... and the crowds of boats. As luck would have it 2 big charters made turns also and were coming right at us. Ted is laughing now and I'm pushing like I'm in late labor. Oh geez, here it comes; right at the golden moment as we troll thru the middle of the 2 charters. I just leaned forward and covered up as best possible. And I could have gotten by alright, albeit a bit em'barass'ed. But luck is often harder on me at times, and thus we had to hit a capped roller wave as we passed between the boats and in combo with my weight the potty chair legs just crumbled with me landing on the crunched honey bucket, and coming uncovered all in a few seconds in front of at least over 25 laughing fishermen on the charters . Ted was laughing so hard he couldn't steer the boat straight. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.

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Lesson: Don't pack your bags just because the bite's on!

[ 04-05-2001: Message edited by: RT ]