Man, those are some good stories!
Here's a few for ya. I was fishing Toledo Bend with a friend one cold march day and my bass boat just started sinking and we were about 100 yards off the bank. The boat sank and bobbed a bit and the motor was dragging the bottom. I was freaking out it happened in a matter of a minute or two and water was surging into the boat from the drain hole in the middle of the floor. We had to wade chest high water to get to the bank and it took all day to get the boat out. That was one miserable day.
Fishing a tournament on Toledo and the guy I was with knew the lake real well. Well, it got thick foggy and he said lets head towards the dam. We were running about 40 mph and I started to crap my pants because I couldn't see anything and I just knew were were going to hit the rocks. Turns out he did know where he was going but he scared the crap out of me.
Right after high school graduation we went to the lake and got drunk. That night, my dad's boat drifted out into the lake and I could see it way out there about 300 yards in the moonlight. I had been a lifeguard for three summers and could swim real well, so in my drunken state I decided I had better swim out to get the boat. Well, the water was pretty scary in the middle of the night and all the life jackets were out in the boat so i just started swimming real fast. I got about 250 yards out and was exhausted and started to panic terribly. My mind was freezing up on me with fear and I felt like I couldn't go any further. Luckily I finally made it to the boat but I was so scared I was practically crying. I was so exhausted I couldn't even climb into the boat so I just hung on for a few minutes until I regained my strength. Prior to that night I used to scoff at folks that said they panicked in the water and really didn't believe that strong swimmers would panic, but I am now a true believer.
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