This incident could have been tragic, of course, and not a laughing matter. But everyone was safe, and so when we ran out to the dock to get a look, we immediately began conjecture on how long the boat would keep turning in a circle, now with the tube lodged below its bow. Wagering commenced, and I had the advantage of 33 years spent collecting fuel-flow data for this publication. Assuming Bud started the weekend with a topped-off 6-gallon tank and that the engine was running at 1,500 rpm, I figured it would take seven hours to consume the fuel supply. The motor eventually sputtered, and I did win the case of beer, which lasted longer than the gas in Bud’s Alumacraft.