So, my father never took me anywhere. I wanted to go fishing for a long time so I went deep sea fishing with Crystal’s uncle on Saturday morning. We left Fort Myers on a boat about 25-30 miles out (2-3 hour cruise). I was doing OK until I noticed some 3-5FT swells and I started to feel funny. The old man got me a few pills and then PUKE all down the side of the boat. I felt like such a pussy. There were about 20-25 ppl including some old broads but no one had a problem but me. Perhaps it’s because they are all crackers? Regardless, I am puking. I stopped counting about 25-30 times. I jsut couldn’t stop. We stopped the boat and started to fish. I puked and then man’'ed up and continued to fish. I caught 8 fish including 2 grouper but they were lil fucks. I just wasn’t into it. I didn’t bother to set the hook because I felt like shit.
On the way back, I got a funny feeling in my pants. I had to drop a BOMB. I debated dropping my pants and just shitting outside the boat. I didn’t give a fuck who was watching but I knew the old man would break my balls for the rest of my life. So, I went into the head near the front of the boat. Bad idea. I am sliding around this thing like I was in a barrel going down the water fall. I slammed my head into the wall, slammed my back into some fucking “flush sign” and cut my elbow. Blood is pouring out of my elbow and I dropped my pants. I am shitting on this dirty shitter that probably has AIDS but I didn’t give a fuck. The boat is going up and down so I puke ALL in the sink (if you call it that). It’s EVERYWHERE. Then, this BIG fucking wave picks the boat up and I slide off the shitter but my balls were in the bowl and caught the edge as I slid off. I shreked like a bitch because it felt like someone took a hammer to my balls. It was the most surreal pain I ever felt. It was soo painful, it was electrifying. So, I am on the floor with shit hanging out of my ass, blood all over the place, shit on the shitter, and puke in the sink and I am naked with my pants down.
I got off the ground and noticed only a few strands of paper left. I clean up the best that I can with people banging on the door asking if I am still alive… I wake out and I am DRENCHED with sweat. The captain looks in with a look of horror and asks if I am OK. I said Yes, and walked away.
I doubt I am invited back. I tipped the mate $20 though.
:rofl :lmao HOLY SHIT hahahahaha that sucks man! I’ve puked a lot when the first time I was on a sail boat in the ocean there was huge waves, but nothing like that haha
I swear I tried. I’d puke and then keep fishing. I wasn’t happy but I man’ed up the best I could. My buddy is a doctor so I’ll get plenty of pills next time to help. I want to go again. The experience is tainted.
I go deep sea fishing every year. Last year we went Shark fishing. 5 hour ride just to get to the shelf. We left from WatchHill Harbor in RI. Anyway, that day was the worst i’ve ever been on the ocean. 12’ seas. What that means is, every time you went down into a swell you had walls of water on each side of the boat. When you came to the top you could see other boat literally disappear into another swell.
We caught a ton of shark and I was doing fine, but one guy, started getting sick only an hour out from shore. The problem with sea sickness is, once you get it, it dosen’t go away. He was out of it the whole day. Felt bad for him, but hey, it is what it is.
This man knows. Just couldn’t recover. It’s similiar to Jammer’s problem with getting an erection. After 60, you only have a few minutes of up time even with the pills. Once that little prick starts to fail, it’s over.