You would think that I learned my lesson about fishing with Mrs. Jagermeister, I didn't.  I took her to the coast with friends of ours and decided that she couldn't get into to much trouble crabbing, not the kind she does at home.  All she had to do was help pull crab pots and sort crabs.  We had an experianced crew and captain.  As we will find out later the captain had over 19 years experiance in this area.  We set out in the SS "please dont sink" and Mrs. Jager suited up in her brand new rain gear and gloves.  We started pulling pots and were having a great time.  Mrs. Jager was in charge of recording the crab count, easy job.  Then Capt. Phill had the great idea of letting Mrs. Jager "throw the hook" to snare the crab pots.  I was pleading for him to change his mind but he is the captain and over ruled my pleading.  Mrs. Jager steps up to the rail and gets ready, I curl up in a corner because I know what is about to go down. 
She was given a long pole with a hook, we wanted to make it easy for her.  All she had to do was lean over, snag the rope and pull in the pot.  Capt. Phill pulled up near the rope and foat, it was just sitting there in the calm water.  Mrs. Jager reaches out with all her ability and missed the rope as we passed by.  Without missing a beat Mrs. Jager snapped at the capatin, "WHAT KIND OF DRIVE BY WAS THAT" obviously refering to her past gang experience.  Now all of us are affriad to say anything.  Capt. Phill is in shock and speechless, he slowing turned the boat and tried for a second pass. I was pretty sure that Mrs. Jager missed the rope because of her verticaly challanged stature, but common sense and love of life prevented me from saying anything.
On the second pass Capt. Phill nearly stopped the boat on the rope, risking catching it in the prop and adding five minutes to our haul.  He was contunuly mumbling the words, "19 years on the water, what do I know."  While the Capt. was mumbling Mrs. Jager was able to hook the rope and haul in the pot.  Her luck was still holding true as she pulled in the largest pot of crab we had seen.  The rest of the day went pretty smothe.  Capt. Mrs. Jager made sure we all did a good job getting her crab. 
I'm not sure about everyone else but Mrs. Jager had a great time.  I thought it was one of my favorite trips on the water, but poor Capt. Phill.  He doubled his rate of smoking and drinking that night.  For the rest of the trip he could found sitting in a corner curled into the fetal position whimpering and repeating the phrase, "what kind of drive by was that."