Oh the times we had with the boat. We used to go camping at Cape Lookout during the good fishing season. Once Dad launched the boat filled with camping gear (for 2 families) and Mom saw water rising in it. He forgot to put the plug in.
Another time years later, 5 and a half of us, Mom, Dad, my uncle and pregnant aunt and I were again at Cape Lookout, this time clamming. I was about 14 at the time. So we are leaving with all the people and two washtubs full of clams on board. Now there was a natural channel that skirted the island that had to be taken to get to the marked channel. About halfway down dad told me to cut across the shoal, that we should be OK as long as we kept the boat up on plane. I disagreed with him and said so, but he was the Captain. And we were OK until.......
The motor hit bottom, kicked out of the water and the boat settled on the bottom. About the time we got everyone (including the clams) out of the boat and were trying to figure out how to get it back in deep enough water, the Coast Guard shows up and helps push the boat.
Dad never doubted my navigational skills again.
Lol! The funny dad stories are some of my favorites!
One we had a slip ‘n slide and my dad decided to join us and show off.
Smoking at the time, he bragged that he could slide all the way to the end and not even get his cigarette wet.
We stood back, skeptical.
He ran, slid, and stopped, as he had predicted, at the end of the plastic.
For several seconds he didn’t move, then, slowly, he showed signs of painful life.
Once we saw that he was okay, we tried really hard not to laugh, but then when we saw the soaked, destroyed thing which had been his lit cigarette, our self-control abandoned us.
It took a while for him to recover from cracked ribs.