Boaters and sailors of Dating.mobi, what is the scariest or most unexplainable thing you've experienced at sea?

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Running "away" from a hurricane only to find out the weatherman was wrong predicting landfall. I didn't get the worst of it, but some of it got me!

At sea? None....but I have had the "pleasure" of riding in a '14 jon boat with a 25 hp Johnson going wide open at night down a Mississippi river oxbow lake... with a drunk friend driving...and he decides it wld be hilarious to turn off the spotlight for a few.....only to turn it on and find out we're about to smack a big ol cotton willow deadfall floatin in the water.....great swerve! Man I have many a backwoods Louisiana creek, slough, Miss river boating stories lol

Im bored so Ima tell one of my funner times experienced on the River.....

A good friend used to have a membership in a great hunting club in between the MS river levees. You wld have to cross the old river channel by boat to get to the hunting club landing, then drive an old pick-up from there to the camp. In the summertime, we wld go spend a week or so there at a time....running trot lines, drinking beer, etc.....One of our fav things to do was to leave the camp at abt 9 at night, head to the landing, and get in a boat filled with beer, lawn chairs, and a big ass boom box. We'd head down the old river and find an exposed sand bar....maybe ten yards wide and twenty yards long....throw out the lawn chairs, the beer, and crank up ol Hank on the boom box.....we were in the middle of NOWHERE....nothing but the stars and moon shining... good times lol

Probably one of my fav times on that island hunting club was this...We wld always spend the first week of Oct bowhunting there. He and another friend got there one Oct 1st and I wld arrive the next morning after I got off work. I arrived abt 9 at the landing and was met by my buds with enthusiasm.....the fish were biting! Theres a small lake in the middle of that island and its fed by high water of the MS river...anyway, we got to camp and loaded up a 4 wheeler with rods and hooked up a '10 ft jon boat and made our way to the "lake"....Lake is a strange word cuz it looks like a body of water out of a horror movie, unless youre a LA boy like we were.....we launched the small boat and started to fish....now if you arent familiar with a '10 jon boat...its SMALL! Especially for 3 grown men...1 on the bow, 1 in the middle, and 1 aft...and all 3 can stretch an arm and touch to other. Anyway, we started casting white H&H spinnerbaits.....and EVERY SINGLE CAST was met with a bite! No lie....we ended up, in three hours, with 43 bass...everyone between 3 and 4 lbs. Was one of the shortest, best catches Ive ever been on. Ended up gettin on deer stand and sendin an arrow thru a big ol nanny later that afternoon......great day!

A Mississippi River Hunting Club Muzzleloading Tale.....


We always loved the early muzzleloader season. Not much pressure......and plenty of beer drinking. One of my fav hunts went like this....We had been hunting pretty hard with no success and ended up taking a morning off and started drinking beer early...abt 9am early tbh. Not to quit on a hunt, I decided to get on an afternoon stand with my Hawken .50 cal....now let me clue you in on our muzzleloading philosophy at the time...."if 100 grains of ff powder was optimum", hell 150 grains has GOTTA be better, right?
Anyway, my buds decided to stay in camp and suck suds and I went it alone and hopped on an ol Honda 110 three wheeler and made it to a '10 ft old ladder stand on a small rye grass field and got settled in and proceeded......to pass the hell out!....Too many Miller Lites will make that happen from 9am til 2-ish in the afternoon....oh well.... In between my snooze, something told me to open my eyes... and there was this HUGE, nanny starin at me at Ten yards! I happen to hate big doe deer....mainly because of their horrendous snorting at in-oppurtune times so I wanted her! She turned her gaze from me to nibble sm grass....and like the predator I am, I silently raised that overloaded Hawken to my shoulder and cocked it....sights settled on her shoulder.....finger tensed on the trigger......and....KABOOM!!!! I cldnt see jack sh!t for the smoke....and the recoil had me grabbin for proverbial air! How I didnt fall outta that tree, I still dont know......ducking under the smoke cloud, I was able to see the deer hauling ass away.....but I cld also see that .50 cal hole thru her shoulder.....60 yds out, she piled up.
Meat baby! Of course, I flipped that lil 3 wheeler with the deer on the back, on the ride back to camp. Mud ass and all, its a fav hunt of mine....beer, deer, and a dirty ass.....cant beat it!

How many beers can a pair of Walls Coveralls hold?

One February weekend, we decided to go to the "island". As was our usual plan, after driving the ol camp pick up from the landing to the camp, we proceeded to consume many a Miller Lite and crank up the ol grill. Appetite sated, it was time for one of our fav past times. ...get in the camp truck, and slowly crawl across the islands muddy roads, spotlighting (just looking!) and beer drinking. About and hour into the foray, and about 4 miles from camp, we bounded thru a hellacious mudhole with a thump and came out of the other side. ...with no power. A quick undercarriage inspection showed that the driveshaft had dropped! So.....what do you do in the middle of the night, in the middle of a MS river island, cold, and no AAA to call? Well hell, you walk....but not before loading up every zippered pocket of your Walls coveralls with Miller Light cans.. . .if I remember correctly, eight or nine apiece.. ..was plenty for the walk back ;-). More great times, no doubt.

@WalkSoftly: Wow.. Time to write or record memoirs . :-)

I have a bunch of em....just never have thought abt writing them down lom

How to eat Snake after a week in the deer woods.....


It was a pretty good hunt. One week of Island October bowhunting, but it was time to head home. With the camp truck loaded, we headed to the landing....and about halfway there, the un-mistakeable blur of a canebrake rattler crossing the old dirt road. So what do two wore out deer hunters do? Why hell, jump out and give chase of course! I was able to grab a broken limb abt 5' long, and gave the serpent an hellacious whack and pin across the head. My buddy, IMPLORING me not to let go, whipped out an Old Timer pocket knife, proceeded to behead the beast with a precision that wldve made an ISIL member proud (What? Too soon? Sorry, sue me). Still twisting and coiling, the dispatched snake was tossed in the back of the ol camp truck. Upon arrival at the lil river store across the landing, a picture was taken. Holding the headless canebrake up at eye level by its 14 rattles, its stump reached my ankles......5'5" long. After the trip home, and a quick skinning, a skillet of hot oil, a fried rattlesnake feast took place. Last I heard, my pic is still up at that lil store.
I need to get back there soon and see if thats true.