The first time I ever went down that drift I took that channel in my 18' Eastside. Kalamabama was on shore scouting and I made one of the biggest Fup's ever by passing him. He followed me and I don't know why. It was getting late and we were pretty tired. That was the only time in that boat that I was pretty sure I was going to die. I was ready to jump out and abandon the boat. Fortunately one of my buddy's (Hi CB) was wearing chest waders and worked us most of the through. On the final push we got wedged between two rocks with the bow pointing down. I thought it was game over, but we rocked it a couple times and popped out and over the last three foot drop. I remember asking B if he was scared and telling him he was a fool if he wasn't ;-)