The story:
Fished until dark. Fishing sucked. Get ready to run home and the main died. I knew right away and said "[censored] we are out of gas". Dudes looked at me and said "are you shitting me?".
I call everyone I know who lives near Bainbridge. Voice mail city.
I put out two anchors. Neither held. I call Vessel Assist. We come aground on a rocky beach at Port Madison. Me and a bud jump out and work the boat over to a sandy beach. We stayed in the water so the boat wouldn't get scratched up on the beach for an hour.
$250 later I get home at 2 am.
SolDuc fished with me for the first time last night. Probably the last time. He was not to hip on the whole thing but had a good attitude about it.
I have never run out of gas in any vehicle before.....not my car or motorcycle or anything but my [censored] lawnmower.
If we had been blackmouth fishing in the winter the whole deal would have sucked much worse.
Hey Sol I'm drawing a blank on the white sox story...