a buddie and i were goofing around out at possession one afternoon in a 10ft aluminum with an 8hp merc. it wasn't the nicest of days with a front moving in but we were pretty bold back then. anyways we ended up hooking in to so many fish we lost track of time and the fact we had drifted nearly to double bluff, by this time it was dusk, we had no lights, no radio, no lifejackets, no nothin and hardly enough gas to make it back. we started the trek back to edmonds at near dark. by this time the evening winds had really picked up out on the bar. it was blowin 20mph easy (remember 10ft boat with 8hp merc.) dodging logs from the outgoing tide, surviving freighter waves along with the 3-4 foot chop and god knows whatelse. we had to stop and bale out the boat every 5 minutes and untangle the seaweed from around the prop numerous times all of this in the pitch dark. all told we lost 3 crabpots, a rod and a tacklebox. i lost count of how many time we almost dumped the boat. that was by far the worst nightmare iv ever been through. i thought we were dead forsure, every news story id ever heard of small boats and stupid fisherman never making it back were running through my head. ill never forget the look on those who were still in the marina when we came puttin around the breakwater boat flooded and us soaking wet 3+ hours after we started back. to this day i still dont know how we made it.