04-02-2003, 07:33 PM
Since all of the epople I fish with seem to be well a little clumsy shall we say, there are a lot of them, but one stands out.
On a brisk november morning in Utah, my friend Chuck and I set out for Deer Creek. It is a mountain reservoir at 5,400 feet elevation. Needless to say, in November, it's mighty cold. I don't recall the surface temp, but it had to be around 40 degrees. We had been fishing for a couple of hours and had caught a few 17-18 inch Rainbows. The boat that we were on was a 16' closed bow with a full windshield and we had the top up to keep out the cold breeze. We decided to anchor down in a spot where we had caught more than one fish trolling. Chuck had climbed around the windshield onto the bow and lowered the anchor. He started to make his way back, when I saw his foot slide on the slippery side of the boat. He tried to grab the top, slapping at it feverishly to find some kind of hold, but it was of no use. I'll never forget the look on his face as he realized he was going overboard. He just gave up, dawned this look of a little lost puppy begging for help, and pushed off slightly as not to hit the side on the way down, and in. I had, by now, moved to the side of the boat where he used to be. He went under about a foot and then started right back up. I grabbed him on the way up. With his upward movement and the assist I gave, he entered the boat much like a Tuna or Sailfish you see on T.V. We got him into my down filled snow suit, and headed home. He was not injured except for pride. I wish I had a video of the sequence. The look on his face was one in a million. We laughed for years.
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On a brisk november morning in Utah, my friend Chuck and I set out for Deer Creek. It is a mountain reservoir at 5,400 feet elevation. Needless to say, in November, it's mighty cold. I don't recall the surface temp, but it had to be around 40 degrees. We had been fishing for a couple of hours and had caught a few 17-18 inch Rainbows. The boat that we were on was a 16' closed bow with a full windshield and we had the top up to keep out the cold breeze. We decided to anchor down in a spot where we had caught more than one fish trolling. Chuck had climbed around the windshield onto the bow and lowered the anchor. He started to make his way back, when I saw his foot slide on the slippery side of the boat. He tried to grab the top, slapping at it feverishly to find some kind of hold, but it was of no use. I'll never forget the look on his face as he realized he was going overboard. He just gave up, dawned this look of a little lost puppy begging for help, and pushed off slightly as not to hit the side on the way down, and in. I had, by now, moved to the side of the boat where he used to be. He went under about a foot and then started right back up. I grabbed him on the way up. With his upward movement and the assist I gave, he entered the boat much like a Tuna or Sailfish you see on T.V. We got him into my down filled snow suit, and headed home. He was not injured except for pride. I wish I had a video of the sequence. The look on his face was one in a million. We laughed for years.
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