I hope crappy stories are OK on here. - I was fisin' out of Depot Bay for silvers one summer in my former large open V-sled. Along with several other sport boats we had followed the Charter boats out to the hot spot, so there were a lot of people around. As nature would have it 'ol number 2 pulled into the station (or should I say the staging area). I had one of those aluminum framed plastic toilet seat camping potty chairs & a 2 gallon vinyl bucket for the cause. The problem was that we were in a hot bite, so I held off as long as possible. That turned out to be a mistake because- how can I put this delicately- it sort of packs things in the staging area & makes things harder to work out (was that OK?). We finally had to reel em up and I ran out a ways to where I'd feel comfortable. The adventure began when my buddy Chris let out his plugcut & began a wide circle back toward the bite. I chirped about it but he just said to hurry up. I was trying. Wouldn't ya know it..2 charter boats had made wide turns & were headed our way. It's hard to talk my buddy away from a fishbite so he just kept trolling straight- laughing all the way. I tried harder; while leaning forward to coverup the best I could. The "golden Kodak moment" came right between the 2 charters. We hit a wake such that the rocking bent the dang weak potty legs & I crumbled down on top of it all. Yes, most of about 30 peole saw this. Chris was cracking up so hard he couldn't talk, as were many of the charter fishers. I'll leave the rest of the story to your imagination. - Steve