I got tossed from the boat one February on Lake Fork. Water temp in the 40's air temp in the high 20's. My dad and cousin were with me and once I got back in the boat, not easy with all those clothes on, we started the 5 or 6 mile trip back to the ramp. We were way up in a creek in a bunch of timber that neither one of them were familiar with. They weren't sure where the boating lanes were and where you could really make a run. So after idling about 100 yards I decide to take over and took them on a ride that my cousin will never forget. It wasn't a dangerous ride but he wasn't expecting it. My dad knew it was best to hold on and keep his head down. He was never scared of my boat driving skills but he knew that sometimes it was just best to not look.