Besides the couples yelling at each other, there are a couple of my own that are not pretty.
1) Picking up a stretch long lined duck decoys to move spots on the bow of a buddies dads 20' tracker over about 30' of water on a 0 degree morning. Boat goes in reverse, I go forward and flip right into the water waders and all. Had enough wits about me to reach up and grab the little lip on the inside of the bow before they filled up. Never even thought about life jackets in a hunting boat before that. Put them on people!! We closed up the blind, fired all the propane heaters and hunted in a virtual sauna for another couple of hours. I was in my t shirt and boxers by the end of it I was so d**n hot.
2) Loading my dads outboard ski boat on one of them busy ramps one day that has a dock that parallels the ramp a hundred or so feet in the water. I drop dad off on the ramp to go get the truck and I go piddle out into the bay for the wait. Dad comes down, gets in the spot right next to the dock so I could grab it to fight the wind as needed as I get closer to the trailer. About half way down I start turning the boat toward the dock (around the boats that are currently using the dock) to get into position and hit reverse a little bit to battle the wind and the boat doesn't do anything. Do it again and still nothing. The wind has now started to blow me not into, but closer to the trailers than I want, and everyone in those last couple of spots are now watching me. I try one of those quick hammer down in reverse with the wheel turned to give a quick jolt back straight and the next thing I know, I find myself teetering on the dock with the bow of the boat going straight up in the air. The bow slides back down and I PANICKED AND HIT IT AGAIN, and the same thing happened again. So it basically looked like I was trying to drive the boat onto the dock wide open. When the boat slid down the second time I killed the motor ran through the middle of the glass grabbed the rope on the bow and hopped onto the dock as the front of the boat was banging against it. We drug that freaking thing onto the trailer ratcheted it on with the winch and got up to the staging area. I didn't know what had happened, it was the most embarrassing 60 seconds my life that felt like 2 hours. Dad takes it to the mechanic and the steering cable assembly had grenaded and the boat only had forward.
Those are the two that I remember extremely vividly.
