So per the witnesses (did they get your plates? I'll keep you in suspense), you hit the trailer, looked at the damage, and beat feet out of there in a mad dash. You could have left Drew a note, but you opted out of that. Classy move. You went on with your day while I drove Drew 15 miles to buy the right tools to remove the tire, plus a hammer to bang out the dent. The lugs were so tight Drew had to use an old metal sign post as a cheater bar to crack them. We stripped 2 of the lugs in the process, making the task that much more difficult, and all of this work, mind you, was taking place during a vicious storm. By the time we got the trailer in good enough shape to get the boat home, it was way too late to fish.