I remember being caught in a hot coho bite out of Depot Bay with the 'staging area' packin in a growing load. We didn't want to leave the bite but I finally couldn't take any more, so we picked up and ran about a half mile from the cluster of sportboats and charters on the school of fish. My friend gets on the tiller and starts trolling back toward the bite and my staging area has been packed so tight it was balking at releasing the load. I was sitting on one of those cheap aluminum legged camping toilet seats over a rubber 2 gallon bucket. I said to turn around and give me a little longer but 'tiller man' couldn't stay away from the school of fish. As luck would have it 2 charter boats full of people had made wide turns and were headed in our direction, and the hard sqeeze was on! And I just covered up the best I could. Just as we trolled right between the 2 charters the 'golden moment' came blasting. The worst part then came out of nowhere - a breaking wake hit my V-sled and slammed down on the other side breaking the potty legs out from under me, exposing me, and landed me right on the flexible rubber bucket - ALL within sight of many people on both charters! They were laughing almost as hard as 'tiller man' was. I wasn't, at the time anyway. I'll leave the rest of the story up to your imagination. ...

RT