I guess fishing related because I was heading out Steelheading. I was a broke college student in Bellingham. I lived in a run down apartment but it over looked the water. So, it was built on a steep hill. The steep parking lot was off of a back alley. I tried to start my POS Camaro that morning and dead battery. It was real cold and everything was solid ice. I am looking out my window while on the phone trying to find someone to give me a jump when I watch my car take off like a sled. I flew out of there but when I hit the lot I’m running in place because of the ice. All I can do is watch as my car travels the length of the parking lot gathering momentum, missing all of the parked cars, and then heads down the alley. Now it’s either A) going to go off of a cliff B) hit two parked cars parked to the side of a house built on that cliff (but this would save it from certain death) or C) take out the house. I’m screaming NOOOOOO as it slides right up and parks itself between the house and the parked cars and stops before going off the cliff. I run up out of breath thanking my lucky stars and praying the car stays where it is when a man comes out of the house, keys in hand and says “hey think you can move your car”.

Come to think of it, when I was young, most of my problems had to do with cars.

Non-fishing related but another young moment: late one night I had a car load of friends and hydroplaned off a curve into some bushes. We all got out, pushed my Chevelle back out and continued on our way having a good laugh. Early the next morning I get a call from a very old lady who say’s “you wrecked my Rhody”. Being a teenager I said what makes you think it was me? She responds “I found your license plate in my Rhody”. I bought her new Rhodies and planted them that day in exchange for my plate. She thought the whole thing was hilarious thank god.