Flew down to Phoenix to tag along on a striper trip to Lake Powell with my cousin and his non-fishing buddies. Late night drive, we stopped about halfway along the way in Flagstaff to gas up the boat. Being the sage boat handling veteran of the bunch, my cousin asked me to fill up the tank. So I walk back, grab the nozzel, and proceed to pump 10 gallons into one of the built in rod holders. Never thought about why there wasn't a gas cap until gas started streaming out of the plug hole.

Can't remember, but I hope I had had several beers.