For those of yall that know me, know I fish 3 to 4 days a week on average. I am going to start this with I went out yesterday morning and when I put my boat up it had 3/4 a tank of gas in it. So I head out again this morning, put the boat in the water, catch my bait, and am on my way. I look down at my fuel gauge and it is showing dead empty. I have a wire that goes to my fuel gauge that accidently gets knocked off now and then. It is still dark so I figure I will fix the wire when it is daylight. I keep heading to the first spot I want to fish, about a mile and a half from the boat ramp the motor dies, out of gas. I use the trolling motor to get me back to the ramp, load the boat up and head to the gas station. I started filling the boat and just kept filling. By this time I am spitting mad, the sun is coming up and I am missing out on some prime fishing. But I am so mad that I needed to go home. When I get home I wake my oldest son up, he is 18 and was still awake at 4am when I went out to fish, to ask him what happened to my gas in the boat. He starts to deny it at first but finally comes clean, he was broke so he siphoned the gas out of my boat so he and his buddies could run around last night. He is very lucky I didn't whoop him like a grown man at that point, but he knows that anything like this ever happens again he will get whooped like a grown man. He also has tons and tons of farm work to do for thew next week, I didn't know what else to do he is 18 and going in the Air Force November 15th. Kids what would we do without them. Just thought I would share this fine story as this is the first time this has ever happened to me. I am still pretty mad about it, guess I will just go fishing to get glad LOL.