We fish in the Spencer gulf region of South Australia. My Father and two Friends from Geralton Western Australia, Peter and Micheal where out 14 miles off the coast from Corny Piont snapper fishing. It was a nice sunny day with a little chop. Then the swell came up from the south. Micheal started to get green around the gills, leaning over the side burling up the fishing grounds. Only thing is he heaved a bit to hard and lost his false teeth, and watch them slowly sink to the bottom of the ocean floor. Not a happy chappy to say the least. As time goes by we have landed a few good size snapper while Micheal feels total misrable in the cab...Oh, one rule we have on board boat which is made very clear before leaving land is if you get sea sick and we are catching fish we don't go home...Peter lands this nice 20 lb red snapper and proceeds to gut it, and pulls out a set of false teeth, calling out to Micheal "YOUR NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS MATE, BUT LOOK WHAT I REELED IN!" Showing Micheal the false teeth. Micheal comes out of the cabin, takes the false teeth and proceeds to wash all the guts off them and sticks them back in his mouth, fiddling to get them to fit, he keeps playing with them, then pulls them out takes one look (Micheal is extremely peeved off having to ride out the fishing trip sick) and heaves them over board saying "They’re not my teeth." and storms back into the cabin. Well, Peter freaks at Micheal and exclaims "They were my teeth you sick moron! I was only having a joke with you." (While gutting the snapper he pulled out his teeth and sticks them in the snapper guts). So we spent the trip home listening to two gummies fighting over false teeth that they no longer had. We got a good catch of snapper, 32 fish all from 12lb to 20lb.