I had a float grab and yank me over pretty hard three different times, Tri Pacer on Edo 2000, in the twenty summers I flew her on floats.
First time it was my rookie summer, downwind and against the current on the Naknek River, I’m pretty sure as she yarded to the left I tapped the firewall with my right rider bar to get her lined back up and not heading into the trees on the bank. Funny thing is a friend of mine was back trolling with some clients and says, reel in this guys just learning to fly! I touched down about twentyfive yards past them. Ran into them that night at the old Quinot Landing lounge, guessing she had told the story about ten times by then had it perfected

Second time was a number of years later landing across the Kvechak down below Ron Hayes’ Lodge, was blowing about 45 gusting whatever, the wind was no big deal, but what I didn’t notice was the incoming tidal surge waves, my ground speed was pretty low but my airspeed plus gust factor was probably about 75 close to 80. The waves were moving up river fast, the first one hit the down river pontoon and dug in just a little bit and popped that side up, then in quick succession hit the opposite pontoon rocking The Batplane side to side pretty violently about three sets worth before settling down. Thinking if I hadn’t been carrying that extra airspeed gust component she would’ve been a lot uglier.
Pulled up to the beach, shut down, and as I was climbing out my girlfriend at the time asks, you let uncle Bruce land that one? I looked at my buddy Bruce and we just laughed…
Third time was taking off in the mighty Tri Pacer on a very low right tank which if you know is the number one PA-22 no-no. About two thirds down a 2,500 foot pond, no more than say fifty feet high, she started to cough on me. I had just passed VY and cleaned up. I slam the yolk to the stop, pull the throttle, round out and pulled full flaps. I wouldn’t call it a flair but with just a few hundred feet in front of me I knew I had to get her on the water rather then float into the trees on the shore. Guess I hit the water at about seventy. She got up on her nose and dug in hard to the left towards a 206 I had just parked on the bank to pull out for a hundred hour. Dug in the right float, then came back again to the left, She was riding pretty high on her bows ( spell check just wrote bowels and there was that too ) during this whole thing.
I recall the tail coming down and not really having a lot of speed at this point, basically kissing the beach at a walk and bouncing back.
I looked down at my knees because they were shaking so bad, wondering why, and there it was next to my left one, that fuel selector on the right tank…
I used to say they were 100 stupid things pilots could do, then figured after I’ve done 100 of them there might be a lot more. At some point I decided there was always going to be stupid things we could do and I keep that in mind every time I climb into the cockpit.
Rocket