[fabsroman]

I can tell you one thing, if I was friends with the guy that had the anxiety attack, I would have killed him myself.

I have been out fishing for shark and tuna out of Ocean City and got sea sick once, but I still debate whether it was sea sickness or just lack of sleep. This was during law school and I was working at a video store. I closed the store that night at 12:30 on the 4th of July weekend. I then went to 7-Eleven and got a double gulp of cherry Coke, because they were out of Coke, and two king size Snickers bars. I then left for the ocean. I drank all the soda and ate both candy bars on the way down. Once I got there around 4:00 in the morning, I spent the next 30 minutes looking for parking. I finally made it in to my law school buddy's place a little after 4:30 and he was waking me up at 5:00 to help him set up the boat. Our other law school friend got to sleep in because he didn't have a clue about what was to be done.

Anyway, on the way out I was cutting up the butterfish at the back of the boat to use as bait/chum. At the same time, I was smelling the burning diesel back there. While the boat was doing 30+ knots, I got up and puked over the side and felt like hell.

So, I went inside and went to sleep. I finally woke up to them realing in some sharks, so I got into the action. Ended up being a pretty good day.

Moral of the story, know who you are going out on the water or in the field with, and make sure they aren't a wimp or an idiot.