I know what you mean. I have a buddy that normally fishes with me. He hardly says a word. One day; he invited me on his boat because he was taking a young woman he fancied out with him, and he needed help with the trolling lines.
We left SP and headed under the bridge. About a mile south, we turn around and head back to SP. I said, "What's up". He said he forgot the trolling lures; they were still in the truck
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We got to the fishing grounds and dropped lines. From then on, all I heard was Babble, Babble, Babble. He turned into a "Chatty Cathy".
Then, he turned over the wheel to her
When we got the boat back on the trailer, I told him, "No more women on a fishing trip"
5th (Marty)