So here's the story. A couple falls ago I headed out early one morning in late fall. First one at the ramp, by myself, got the lake to myself - great deal. I launch the boat like I always do, and tie it up to the dock. As I'm pulling the truck out to go park I see the boat in the rear view mirror, and think to myself "hmmm...seems a long way from the dock..." So I hop out, and the rope has broken, and my boat is drifting out to sea. I'm alone as can be, and the breeze is, of course, blowing off shore. Only one thing to do...stripped down as fast as I could, and in I went. Spectacularly cold... Really, really, shockingly cold. Thrashed through the water to the boat, and dragged it back to the dock. Nearly go it on plane I think. Got dressed, and once the shakes died down a little, I went fishing. (As I recall though justice was served - I think I caught a 49 on the first spot.)

Thanks ever so much for reminding me of that.

Yeah...check those ropes.