One time when I was about 17 my two buddies and i got drunk that night, headed down to sabine refuge. 3 sacks decoy flew out on I-10 and bursted open. We pulled over and ran back to gather about one sack up so we could still hunt. The trailer lights went out on the way down leaving lake charles.
Then we got to the launch, I opened the truck door and a 24 oz beer can rolled onto ground right to the warden's feet, it really was old and i was sober by that time. The running lights on the boat didn't work so we shined a flashlight on the rear one to leave the landing.
Then pulling into the canal the bow rope twisted up in the prop on the outboard, then trolling motor didn't work. Got back into the marsh shot our 18 ducks. Although I found out my waders had a hole in it, and I only brought one box of shells but luckily got my 6 ducks I think.
Then we ran out of gas around the trappers shack on the way back! Got towed in, put the boat on the trailer.
Then we hit a pothole in hackberry and the muffler flew off my buddies ol chevy truck and almost flipped the boat when the trailer tire jumped it, he burnt his hand a little throwing it in the bed! lol
The end, true story!
wasn't my boat or truck
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