Got the call about midnight:
Mudhole: Hey, you still on the lake?
Me: Yeh.
Mudhole: We dead in the water. Batterys out of juice.
Me: Where you at?
Mudhole: I don't know.
Me: How far from where I ran into you earlier?
Mudhole: I don't know.
Me: Which direction did you go after I left?
Mudhole: I don't know?
Me: Describe where your at.
Mudhole: We back in the trees but I think we southwest of the launch.
Me: Shine your light around so maybe I can see you.
Mudhole: Ain't got much juice left but I can hear your motor now.
Me: Ok I'm gonna start from where I left you last.
Mudhole: I can hear your motor, think your getting closer.
This goes on for 30 minutes when I see some lights. Run over to investigate. Nope, its 3 other drunk mofos back in the floaton in a jon boat, with paddles.
Me: Ya'll see any other boats back here.
Drunks in jon boat: No man, we too forked up to see anything.
Me: Laugh and take off again.
Me: Look for my ligths, we got plenty of juice.
Mudhole: I think I seen some lights and I can hear your motor.
Me: You gonna have to give me a better desciption of what you see.
Mudhole: I can see the taillights of an airplane, can you see the plane.
Me: I don't see no forkin plane. (Thinking out loud) And unless you boats flying now how the fork is an airplane gonna lead to your broke down ass.
Mudhole: No, its not a plane, I think its the tower by the launch.
Me: Fork, you can see that tower for miles.
Mudhole: We sitting in the open water near the south bank.
Me: Did you go through a trail in some really thick chit to get to there?
Mudhole: I don't know, we were just puttin around. Cut your motor and I'll have Mike yell.
Me: Cut the motor and hear nothing. So we run some more towards the direction I would have gone had I been shitfaced.
After awhile of playing Marko-Polo we finally hear them and get to where they were. Gave them my spare battery and had the lost mofos follow me in to the launch.
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