Hope I covered "most" in the title for future thread searches.

Bobert's tale of running silent propmeted me to to start this thread.

We were on a lake in Labrador and the Splakes (half speckled half lake trout) started biting. We were having a grand time about a mile from the island where buddy's camp was. We caught our limit of 6 to 10# Splakes and buddy says, "We shoulda started back a half hour ago."

That's when I saw it. It was comin in fast and there were white caps between our little 14 footer and the island. He powered into the large waves and kittied the smaller waves to keep on course. I said to whatshername, "Put your glasses in your pocket and if we swamp, swim to shore and don't even think of trying to help anyone... just get to shore."

We made it to the lee side of the island, tied the boat to the trees, waded ashore and picked our way through the woods to the camp... cooked up the trout and had a grand evening of music and such.

Always wondered what would have happened if we had swamped and she had put her glasses in her pocket. I could swim like a fish and I could see the shoreline... >;-)