this was one f’ed up day from the get go. we all had to laugh when it was all over.
4am - i wake up Dave O, who happend to be sleeping sitting up on the couch, both of us are bright eyed and bushytailed 
440 am - make it to the marina and see the Boss pull up (Rick Easler)
441 am - see the Boss has an empty truck. the entire party had cancelled on him that morning.
445 am - decided since we were already there, might as well stick it out there.
455 am - loading up the 35 wellcraft “DawgGone” - i’ve got both hands full stepping off the dock over the gunwale before i realized the Boss had opened up the fishboxes in the floor just on the other side of the particular gunwale in which i was in the process of stepping over.
456 am - the Boss stops laughing
457 am - i finally make it back to my feet
500 am - release the dock lines and we were off.
skip ahead to some action.
1100 am - first fish in the box, i had to reel it in since the party cancelled, Dave O brought him over board. Real nice daymaker 11 lb dolphin. As we proceeded to put the fish in the box, she got a little sporty and lunged towards Dave O. The lil cow wasn’t done eating yet. Yes, she bit Dave O square in the knee cap. Perfect little circle about the size of a beer can, trickling blood the rest of the trip.
skip ahead to more action.
300 pm - after catching one more dolphin and drinking 76 more beers having male bonding time with Dave O and the Boss, we decided we’d better head on to the hill. I’m at the wheel, Dave O is on beer duty, while the Boss takes it all in on the beanbag in the back. Still 20 miles out, I hear the Boss yelling, “M— F—er, Son of a B----in’ B—rd, D----t all s–t etc…” and i turn around to see him holding a 30w in one hand and his head in the other. The weld on one of the rodholders in the t-top (which was holding the brand new Penn 30w approx. 9 ft away from him) had just broken off without any warning and cracked him right in the noggin.
500pm - we leave the marina with yours