Well any catfish recipe contributions would have gone for naught. We took the horse collar in the fishing department. But we did get to do some infield outboard motor repair. Actually it wasn’t so much a repair job as a transfer the gas from the tank that didn’t work to the one that did job. When you throw in the extra challenge of not spilling too much gas on the inside of the pontoon boat, it became a test of our problem solving abilities as well as a physical workout. With one of us perched on the top of the motor and the other leaning over the back helping tip the full gas can. There were other adventures but I’m sworn to secrecy.
Secrecy be damned. Just how close to the pooling gasoline did the smoldering ember fall?