Picking up my lobster pots for the season, had the wife aboard for the ride. No one around. A boat (26' CC) comes out of no place and pulls right up to me and asks "where is menemsha?" I point him in the right direction and he slowly turns and moves off. However, there is a girl hanging her white ass off the back end of the boat. She dropped her bikini bottom and let it all hang out there while she pee'd I guess. ( she was pretty hot too) My wife says...check that out... yeah, I say, you don't see that every day... she replys " I should hope not!"....then he pinns the throttles and almost sends here in the drink with here bottom off.

Just another day on the water. :hs:

and where was your camera?

and now you stop posting pics!

Hey, when you gotta go ....

So you spotted a red,blonde or brunnete snapper?

I had the camera nearby and the thought passed by on what a great you-tube video that would have made.:hihi: esp if she went over the stern.

She was blond and had a pink bikini bottom on her ankles.

I guess I am lucky, I have run into several naked women in my various fishing adventures. Most of the time they are with a male friend however.:crying: I normally just keep on fishin'....:sled:

Girlfriend still thinks I call on the radio and let everyone know she is about to go, cause all the time some boater zooms in for a closer peek when the bloomers fall.

Pretty funny...

So you will like this one.

About two weeks ago me and the misses went out for an evening cruise. I pass through a small inlet that is not really for boats to go through, but at a good tide its no problem for me. There is a shoreline that I have to pass by pretty close to get through.

4 shirtless idiots in a Bayliner and waving and hollering toward the shore as I'm approaching. So then I notice there is a camera on a tripod and big light on another tripod on the shore and a young lady ALA NATURAL' standing on a rock just in the water, with flowing blonde hair in the breeze and quite a nice shape. A guy is on the shore with the camera equipment shooting away. But the 4 idiots are yelling at her and holding the budweisers up in the air. Like,,,, what did they think, she was going to swim out to their boat to have her way with them :smash::smash:

Anyway all the attention made her move back onto the shore and cover up. Even though I had my camera and I could have got some snaps, I don't think the wife would have appreciated me taking them !!!:smash::smash:

The only time I 've been to Cuttyhunk gave me a trip and site to always remember. It had to be 15 years ago now when my Uncle and I sailed his 26' sailboat to Cuttyhunk from Portsmouth RI. When we arrived and found a mooring we commenced to start up the grill and have a few cocktails. We raised our happy hour flag and noticed a female voice asking us if she could come aboard for a cocktail. It took us by surprise becasue she was swimming around and we weren't sure where she was until we saw her off the stern swim ladder. We welcomed her aboard and quickly found out she was naked!:as: We mixed up a marguerita for her and had a very pleasant conversation with her. She was married and probably in her mid forties with an English accent. She said thanks for the drink and slid back in the water and swam on to the next boat. We were so amped up after that and the more we drank the more the stories of what woulda, coulda, shoulda happened came out. I'll never forget that trip!:p

Two years ago fishing on my boat at a cape inlet, a boat comes zooming in with some revellers on board. One of them a woman about my age stands up yells ,waves and flashes. My friends son and his buddy who were like 15 almost fell over. It was all the talk the rest of the weekend. Another time same thing happened cept we were on a charter in the harbor around sunset. There were 6 of us from work, talk about dirty old men..

I ever saw was coming around beaver tail a bunch of naked men running for cover all nude laying out on the rocks EWWWWW!!!!

Never experience any of the above. But there was one time coming back from the Vineyard. A number of young ladies, flashing us with their skirts. I couldn't believe my eyes. If I'm not mistaken, we bumped into Capt. Ray from this board on that trip.