What is the worst way your body has betrayed you while on a fishing boat?
I recently remembered a story about my FIL. He fished local and smaller Bassmaster tournaments for years. One day he was putting in for a tournament on a single ramp and no nearby toilets. As he was backing down, his guts decided things were happening. He jumped on his boat, left his truck blocking the ramp and a bunch of other fishermen, and proceeded around the seawall as an attempt at privacy. He then re-painted a section of the seawall and had to do the walk of shame to move his truck.