exACTLY. what the fuck is this half fucking truckbed supposed to do. you cant put the dogs back there. you cant fit a bucket of crabs and sixteen crab pots back there. it's the worst. where are the cables you never use supposed to go? the shovel you dont remember buying? the ropes that have absolutely no purpose except to make it look slightly like you may have committed a murder?
I'm not even a "Merican and I really feel this.
neither am i but my. aunt and her husband are crabbers. my family comes from alaska and so i get that sea-hick shit