Originally posted by Udie
oh yeah we need to hook up for sure 
I wouldn't want to be there in a storm though!
LMAO! Gawd does that bring back a memory....
I was in that cabin one night with its owner and a couple of friends. We'd been rebuilding the dock during the day and were kicking back drinking a few cold ones and making BBQ.
One of those middle of the summer pop-up T-storms formed to the north, and started heading our way. We could see it was gonna be a doozy. I mean, the tops were HUGE, the lightning show was fierce, and there was a wicked cold wind blowing all of a sudden.
Heading from that cabin to the north (toward Port Mansfield) when there's a strong north blow is a hassle, the chop is nasty. Plus, as fast as this sucker looked to be moving, making it in before it hit looked dicey.
So we decided we were stuck. We all moved our boats to the south side of the dock, and rigged the tethers loose, so they'd ride prows to the blow.
Except for Don, that is. He was already pretty....umm, "mellow" from the beers, to the point he was nodding. I woke his bellybutton up and warned him, but he wouldn't listen. He got mad, said his boat would be just fine in the slip where it was (the slip you see in that pic). Don's boat was a Thunderbird, a tri-hull with tall gunwales but a really LOW transom....which transom was facing this storm.
More on this later, change subject for now.
Harold (my wife's cousin) and I were standing just inside the back door, peeking out and watching as this storm started to blow over us, when we noticed a light out in the bay.
Some fool was out there in a boat (I say fool because if I'd been nightfishing in a boat and seen a storm like that OTW I'd have either ran to port or the nearest beach a LONG time ago). Worse, the fool looked lost - he was literally driving around in CIRCLES out there!
Harold and I marveled at this for a while. I mean, visibility was still pretty much unlimited. You could see the lights from Port Mansfield on the horizon, an excellent point of reference. You could see the glow in the sky from Port Isabel, below the horizon to the south, another reference. Hell, we had a generator running and the cabin was lit up all over, and we were less than half a mile away to their west.
And there was no mistaking where that damn storm was
They finally clued up when we got a spotlight and flashed 'em, but it was too late, the lightning was starting to come down along with pea size hail. As they were heading towards us, we saw a lightning strike less than a hundred yards off their six.
I swear, when they got to the dock, they were so scared it was unbelievable. We could hear 'em screaming while they were still way out there, over the noise of the storm and all. Their friggin eyes were as big as pie plates. I thought the first one who got on the dock was gonna kiss it
The beauty part was that once they got there, I realized I knew the boat driver. He's the owner of a local roofing company who I'd had the displeasure of having done business with before (put a short block in one of his pickup trucks and had hell getting paid). I wouldn't voluntarily piss on this guy's bellybutton if it was on fire. Now I had the opportunity to really make fun of his dumb bellybutton and laugh about it really good
The dumb **** had just bought this boat, and with no more experience boat driving than that had decided to take himself and his brothers night fishing. He said they didn't realize there was a storm coming until it was almost on top of them and when we'd seen them going in circles they were totally and completely disoriented, no idea which direction was what. He swore he was so scared he'd never take it out after dark again, EVAR! ROTF!
I went to sleep a happy man that night, after having tormented this dumb sonofa***** for a couple of hours (true justice DOES sometimes happen
)
Next morning we wake up and Don's boat is sunk in the slip! LOL!
The waves from the storm had slopped over that low transom until they filled it enough to sink it, and then it filled completely up! There it was, sitting on the bottom as pretty as you can please!
So, for breakfast, after having had the pleasure of sweet revenge on Mr. Butthole Roofer for after-dinner dessert, I got to needle the crap out of the drunk who'd been so rude to me the night before when I'd tried to tell him what was gonna happen to his boat. ROTFLMFAO! I almost broke some ribs laffing at his dumb bellybutton
Meanwhile the Butthole Roofer family slunk off before they became the subjects of derision again
As a perfect cap-off, Don couldn't figure out how to float his boat until I told him I knew how, and put him to work like a galley slave (jury-rigged a rag-wrapped board across the transom cutout, and made him bail like a mad fool with the only five gallon bucket we had, with 2 gallons leaking in past the transom dam for every 4 gallons he threw out, took his hungover bellybutton an hour or so).
Then he was so pissed at me he deliberately ignored me when I told him, as we towed him into port, that he really needed to yank the spark plugs out, purge and oil the cylinders, and drain the crankcase.
Three weeks later when he got around to it the saltwater had locked that Johnson 140 solid
Thanks for reminding me, I have an all-day grin going now
culero (can't help laffing at this kinda stuff, hence why I have my nickname)
