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Ok. This is a long story, but it's a good one.
I went on a fishing trip to lake Vermillion with my cousins and uncle a couple years ago. We'd always go to Canada on houseboats, but couldn't because covid shut the border down.
Anyways, we rented a houseboat and moored in a really secluded cove on the far east end, but no one caught anything. So we decided to move to the north part of the lake in the morning. We'll, this cove was heavily protected, because it wasn't very windy. As soon as we get to the main body of the water, the wind really started picking up. Small white caps turned into huge waves.
I'm freaking out because I'm driving this 50 foot shoebox and water is now crashing on the patio roof and the poor 60 Mercury's prop keeps coming out of the water. We had 3 Lund boats that the ropes snapped off and lost them. I tried turning around to get them, but the wind was so great it prevented me from doing a 180. Luckily, it turned towards the wind and we all said fuck it and started heading towards a cove.
My uncle was nuts and was on the back deck the entire time laughing his ass off like Lt. Dan while smoking a cigar while I was scared shitless the entire time.
We safely get to a cove and moored there, call the outfitters about the boats, and figure out wtf just happened. I had tears it was that bad and I didn't drink any alcohol for the rest of the night.
Good news is that we lost nothing, and we got our boats back. Bad news is that the Mayflies hatched a week before we got there and we caught maybe 5 pikes between everyone and 0 muskie.
Now everytime I see whitecaps, I kind of freak out a bit.
