Once camping at a lake I took my 11 year old nephew for a ride on my Prindle. The wind didn't seem strong on the shore under the trees but I laced up my trap harness and put life vests on me and Scott my new crew. Once out on the lake the boat quickly powered up and Scott rolled aft on the tramp. I got him settled and quickly went out on the wire. Less than a minute later my harness came untied and I found myself being dragged upside down in the water. I managed to hold onto the hot stick rounded up and climbed back onboard. Scott started screaming "You're bleading uncle Bob." I realised I cut my svalp on a bolt for the rudder.
After a quick trip to a neaeby Immedacenter for a couple of stiches I was as good as new.