This is a funny one involving my younger brother, it happened about 15 years ago.
We headed down to Captree and jumped on our favorite(at the time) bay blackfish boat, the Jib VII. w/ Captain Marty.
It was a chilly October morning and we were standing up at the bow with mate Rob(Now Capt. of the Captree Princess).
My brother, who drove this particular morning was standing against the rail BSing with Rob and Marty twirling his keychain around on his fingers.
I told him several times to be careful the keys don't go flying into the water.
Of course he chose to ignore me, I'm the older brother, WTF do I know.
KERPLUNK, keys in the water.
Sonofa B****, I told ya so.
The water was not deep, maybe 4-5 feet, but black muddy and dirty.
Impossible to see a set of keys, not only that, they probably sunk into the mud when they hit bottom.
Rob grabbed a net and tried for quite some time to no avail to retrieve the keys.
Went out 1/2 Toggin, came back and tried again.
NOPE no good.
Stayed on for the second 1/2 went out, came back tried again.
Now it's getting late, I go to make a phone call to get a ride home.
As I'm standing at the pay phone I hear a load roar of a half dozen or so people.
Yes indeed, Rob caught the elusive keycahin with the net.
And home we went.
You had to be there.