This story was told one evening after practice fishing for a club bass tournament on Grand Lake.
While fishing in a cove with beautiful homes around it the back seater had immediate matters to attend to. He ask the boater to move further out towards the middle of the cove and the back seater sat down on the back of the boat, took his clothes off and slid into the water hanging onto the big motor and the back of the boat.
The boater continued casting his bait out in the middle of the cove, trying to remian as inconspicuous as possible, waiting for the other fellow to finish taking care of business. Shortly the fellow in the water is requesting the boater to turn the trolling motor speed up to max as there is stuff now floating up in the water. At this point the audience to this story just about spilled their beer as we laughed, almost to the point of rolling on the floor.
With further laughfter and discussion we determined that in that situation it was probably the best thing to do as to go to shore would be almost like going into someones back yard and besides the water was warm.
Well ever since hearing this story, while taking care of business and in a contemplative mode, I have at times looked to see if I were in the above situation would it foat or sink and always hoping that it would sink. My research indicates that it sometimes sinks and sometimes it floats. There is just all kinds of nonsense in life one can contemplate even though in the immediate moment it is serious business but humerous on reflection.
“There is no difference between communism and socialism, except in the means of achieving the same ultimate end: communism proposes to enslave men by force, socialism—by vote. It is merely the difference between murder and suicide.” Ayn Rand