A Pee-ty Fail

After being on the boat for several hours, and doing my best to stay hydrated.   I had to pee badly, and was too stubborn to leave a good spot.  πŸŸ I decided I was going to have to come up with a plan to rough it on the boat.  πŸ˜‰

Idea 1:  I thought maybe I could use the edge on the boat with my swim bottoms on.  Bad idea, a bass boat edge is hot and hot.  Plus, I was having visions of somehow still peeing in/on the boat.

Idea 2: I then verbalize that maybe I can utilize the drain near the motor.  There’s drain compartment that is separate in level from the rest of the boat.  Then rinse after. πŸ’¦πŸ’¦This idea was turned down

Idea 3: Cap’n Beast suggested I use a small bucket, then dump, and rinse.  Simple and solid plan.  Done.

So I utilize idea 3.  Everything’s going well until the dismount.  The boat rocks and the bucket SPILLS ON THE CARPET.  Well K, now you’ve managed to foil a simple plan and pee in the boat.  Oh boy!  πŸ˜‚

Luckily, all were in his humor, I mean how can you not laugh at that ridiculousness.  πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Calling out to my fellow fisher-mams, help a girl out.  What do you do to solve this problem?  


A Buffalo Fish?Β 

One morning about a year ago, Cap’n Beast and I were fishing from a foot bridge.  The bridge is over the middle of a cove.  We had a couple bites, but nothing too serious.  Just relaxing and watching two men cast net for bait on the inland side of the cove.

The men saw us watching them, and after sometime began to motion to us and try to communicate.  Due to distance this was inaudible.  I jumped up and stated ” I’m going to see what’s up.”  To which I received the stern “Are you crazy?” look. Before any more conversation, I replied “It’s okay.”

I ran around the cove.  Rain boots and running πŸ˜’.  Also, further than I anticipated when I decided to run.  So, I get to the men, who say “Hey, you want a Buffalo?”.  I was obviously confused πŸ‚πŸŸ.

They led me towards the water where this monster of a fish I had never seen just laying there.  
I asked the men if it was good eating, and they replied yes along with some cooking advise etc… The men added that they had caught it in their cast net accidentally!  I agreed to take the buffalo, but had no idea how to carry it.  The two men noticed my staring down at the fish.

They came over advising to pick it up by the gills (as pictured above).  This was not awesome.  πŸ˜žπŸŸ poor guy.  So here I am with this giant fish that is heavy; looking back to the bridge.  Soooo far.  Crap.  Did not think this through. 😣

The men offered to drive me back up to the bridge, and yes I agreed.  I get back to the bridge to more looks of sternness for my riding with strangers.  πŸ˜‚ I jump out with this giant fish, and say “Look what they gave me!”.  I thanked the men and they drove away.

Next, we only brought a 5 gallon bucket, for transferring our assumed bass or channel cat catch.  This bucket is not going to work…..and I drive a go-cart, Scion XA. What am I going to do? Lay him in my seat? Seatbelts him in? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ luckily I have Wise DG who brought his truck to retrieve my “gift”. 

Lesson: Think it through K!  Damn impulses!  In the end I learned about the fish, how to fillet, and how to prepare a Buffalo from Wise DG.  The meat was given to a friend.