- Boom ching booom...
- Boom ching booom...
- Boom Boom Chi a Boom ba Ching...
2 seconds later the roar of the engine running a ground scares everything within 3 miles. You got two choices now - gun it and hope you can power through or shut it down. They opt to gun it...grass, sand, kick up in a huge rooster tail. The boat surges to a stop. One more throttle up and it's over. Hard aground. On the plus side there's a new hole to fish just outside the channel - complete with skeg mark running for a LONG ways North. A "natural" highway for the reds. Sweet...
I asked them if they needed help getting out - "No we have help coming."
Help?? You have help coming? I thought you were the help. So much for responding to an emergency. Awesome...
I holler out, "You know I could come out there and rock you guys out. You're pretty close to the channel." For the non-stinkpotters that rocking the boat back and forth to slowly displace the sand under the boat so that eventually you can get out.
"No we're OK."
Beauty... if I haul ass across the bay potentially hitting manatees, cutting up grass, in a no wake zone it's a stiff fine, but if they do it no sweat. They didn't even get out of the boat to try. Geeze...gotta give 'em style points though - they looked good running aground and tearing it up. Hope that Merc liked the sand in the motor too.
Queue Sponge Bob..."Two Hours Later..."
We hear the engine fire up and tear up some more grass and sand. In my mind I hear Patrick - "Gun it Sponge Bob. We'll get loose" They gun it once, twice, and get loose. There was much rejoicing.
Queue the chicks in the bikinis...
- Boom Ching Boom