Twice, they came straight at me. Staring down a jetboat doing up to 80-90 miles per hour after it careens out of the water channel is no laughing matter.
“You do a dangerous job,” one specatator sitting behind the fence told me after I made like a deer and fled “Blew Bayou” as it missed a turn and launched towards the portion of the fence I was standing in front of. The fence stopped it, but the boat left its mark. That could have been me…
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