I remember when I was a kid my dad had taken us fishing on the John Day. We woke up the first morning and I was looking across the river when I noticed that there had been some new campers on the other side. I told my dad, "Hey, those guys have a boat just like ours" He stood up and said, "that is ours" They had let quite a bit of water out of the dam that night and needless to say the boat wasn't secured and drifted away. Luckily it didn't go far down river. I watched my pop strip down to his boxers and swim across and get the boat.

Seems like stuff like that happened on EVERY trip my Dad took me on. I even know first hand what it feels like to be stuck on the big rock just below the main chute of White Horse Rapids on the Deshutes River. We lived.

Maybe WulyBugr will tell the group about the time I pulled my 90 horse Merc out of the water while it was still running. Ouch! New impeller please.

And yes I did the plug thing too.

But the funniest thing that ever happened while on a fishing trip has to be the story my Dad and hid buddies tell of there pal who went off to do his business while camping. When he walked back to the campfire he had crapped in his net and there it was hanging off the back of his fly vest. Lesson number three, take off vest while squatting in the bushes.