There it is. He puts the pedal to the floor and you begin racing down the lake at face-rippling speeds, headed for the mother lode of fishing holes. You're not exactly sure what to expect. You just know that you want to make that first cast. Adrenaline is flowing.
Expectations are high.
You imagine yourself walking onto the weigh-in stage holding a sack full of fish. This is going to be good. Next thing you know, your ducking scads of branches as your boater navigates his way down a narrow slough, barely wide enough for the boat. Your high hopes seem dashed, and it's starting to feel like it's going to be one of those days. Welcome to life in the backseat.