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Scott Blahnik
(Continued) So there we are, the lawyer and me, standing side by side,a pushing and a shoving,just "hanging" so to speak.. Wouldn't you guess that along comes some of these here Cajun types in a flat bottom skiff, shining their bright lights around, looking for Gators and such, generally destroying the peace and quiet like stinkboaters do, when they "spotted" us. No, they didn't come to the rescue. Instead there were comments made about our(my) navigational abilities and there may have been something in there about our(not my) manhood... Thanks to the 9.9 Yanmar and the rising tide, we finally did get off that riverbank. It was at thing time that I discovered something-sailig really is more fun in my real birthday suit(the one I was born in)!To avoid a mutiny, however, I got dressed, nice and dry. Later on, I insisted that we stop at a local riverside (and rather rough)cantina, to drink grog and brawl.This, to quelch any rumors herabouts in the marine community.