Same weekend, same lake, different story

Same weekend as the one in the story below. This happened BEFORE the actual fishing story.

First we had to get the boat IN the lake! No problem. I was used to launching my father-in-law's small boat, he would back the trailer into the lake as I stood on the truck bumper and then I'd release the winch and float the boat off.

Uh, not this time. This wasn't my father-in-law's boat, it was my friend's and HIS trailer had rollers on it so the boat would roll off by itself. I didn't know this. But I faithfully got on the bumper and he TOOK OFF backwards! Then he slammed on the brakes just short of the lake - the kind of "fling-the-boat-in-the-lake-method". I wasn't aware of his game plan so I was still holding onto the rim of the boat when he slammed on the brakes. The rollers on the trailer did what they were supposed to do and I had to make an instantaneous decision - go with the boat or stay with the truck. I chose the boat. (I didn't know there was a rope attached to it so I was going to heroically "save" the boat.)

Engghhhh ... WRONG! It drug me off the bumper, into the lake. I was still hanging on for dear life as the boat propelled backward away from the trailer - AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! He jumps out of the truck and casually picks up the rope that was tied to the boat. I'm submerged from the chest down, clinging to the boat. But I can't haul myself into the damn thing because I'm laughing like a maniac. He reeled both the boat and I in and saved the day.

And that's how idiots drown. Or get run over by a truck. Or both.