Awhile back, I and a couple of buddies went out of Venice inlet on the SW Florida coast for some night snapper fishing in the GOM. We traveled to a spot we had been to before that is 34 miles from the jetty. We had been there several hours and a little after midnight a small bird tried to land on my friends head but misjudged his speed or was so tired he had no control and basically crashed into his head. He ricochet of his head and hit our landing net, getting tangled. I snapped a pictured, not a good one, but then I got the little guy untangled and swaddled him in a towel on the console to try and ease his fright. All the while marveling at the fact that he was over 30 miles from land and he was so tired he could hardly function. I didn't waste a lot of time cause the bite was on, so I got back to fishing and trying to watch the little fella. After maybe 15 minutes he was standing up on two legs looking around and in a few more minutes he was sitting up on the top edge of the windshield. I had imagined ferrying him back to shore and feeling like the hero when he flew off over land but in less than 30 minutes from the time he crashed onboard, I looked over and he was gone into the black of night...to his death obviously. Ya sure see some strange stuff out there.
