I was 14 years old, back in the late 70's with my Dad and Uncle on the Cheaspeake Bay, back then they were no laws about life jackets, drinking, and no such thing as bilge pumps at least not in their boat, We had been chumming all day for bluefish, and had a great day, and my dad and uncle were talking about the old days as they drank and drank and drank, well I noticed a large front coming our way from the north which is always the worst, and told them about it more than a few times, of course they told me to shut up boy, keep dumping the chum, and get me another beer, well when it hit, it hit with a fury, 6-8' rollers, rain, wind, just down right nasty and quick, they tried to pull anchor, which you know is not easy with 8' rollers, it just about killed my uncle, slammed his head into the boat, knocking him out completely for about 3 minutes, waves rolling over into the boat, uncle passed out, dad screaming at me like I did something wrong, he finally cuts the anchor rope before we are totally sunk, and I am freezing cold, scared out of my mind, he throws me an old bleach bottle cut in half, screams start bailing before we sink, uncle wakes up, pukes everywhere, my dad is trying to pump the bulb so he can start the boat, cracks his head, doesnt knock him out, but puts a nice gash in his head, I'm watching all of this frozen in my tracks, cause i am about to sh&% myself, finally we get the boat started, 16' deep v hull with a 125 on it, these two idiots, loved them both dearly, but at this point, I know i am at least 50 points higher on an iq scale, since they are both plastered, want to try and make it back to Lewisetta where we started, about 7 miles, instead of just trying to make it to point lookout, maybe 2 miles, so they start back, waves crushing us from the front, couple from the sides that I thought was going to tip us over, this trip usually takes maybe an 1/2 hour at the most, took us 3 hours, and it was the scariest time I have ever had in my life, boat was almost full of water when we made it back, I was beat to death, had bruises all over my body, both of them was scared sober, but I know if there wasnt a god we would of died that day, plus both of them had been on the water for over 40 years each, so I am sure that helped. Got back to the house, mom and aunt frantically been looking for us, sure enough dad tells them, ahhh the fish were biting we didnt want to leave, and it wasnt that bad out there. Mom knew how bad it was by looking at the expressions on my face, and all the lacerations to them. I never went with them again unless they agreed to take me a life jacket. Scared all of us to death, but as we got older when we got together, that story was always brought up, and everyone got a great laugh out of it.