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I remember my dad taking me fishing one time when I was about 5 or 6 on a giant lake in upstate ny. We rented a little aluminum boat with a 6 HP and he let me run the boat. He was standing up facing forward taking a wiz in a coffee can while we were idling along when I saw a large swirl. I went to let off the throttle and turned it the wrong way. He fell over backwards and poured the coffee can all over his chest. Boy was he pissed....
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