Nope, not the old western movie but another say McRorie boating tail. Beautiful day today and I managed to get the squeeze bulb pumping fuel. So, we invited some friends, new to boating, to teach them everything they need to know about old boats. Started out pretty good. Ran over to Barnes Island (between Clark and Orcas). Our church was given use of the private island by the owner. All went well and I showed the friends how to secure their Boston Whaler to some driftwood. (Naturally, they already knew all about the rabbit, the stump and the hole but they humored me.) That is pretty much all I know about boating. I would have shown them how to tie a knot that is better than the clove hitch but I wasn't sure I remembered it myself.
So, having taught them everything I know about boating, we headed home via different routes. I made it to our dock (not our's personally, but the one our community owns.) Got the trailer backed into the water and fired up the outboard and headed for it. Engine died. I was drifting at a rapid couple of miles an hour toward a rocky point. I got the engine restarted and shoved it in gear and it died again. Now close to the rocks. A third start and in gear and dead. Now I am bumping over the rocks. I try to tip the motor up but the releases wouldn't release. I grabbed the boat hook and expanded it and pushed Rosario off the rocks and noticed her transom flexing quite scarily. Also noticed the squeeze bulb was flat as a pancake. Went to my spare gas tank and line and hooked it to the motor. Motor started and ran. Now I was some quarter of a mile around the point and Becky had no idea what had become of me. Then she saw me coming toward the trailer and ran back to winch me up.
So we are back home alive but the transom was flexing like it was made of rubber as I drifter over the rocks and crashed up and down in foot-high waves.
Now that summer could be here, am I going to be without a boat again? Been there with Finally! Hoping not to be there with Rosario. Wonder home much use I can give her before going down with my ship. It's hell being the captain!:Shocked:
So, having taught them everything I know about boating, we headed home via different routes. I made it to our dock (not our's personally, but the one our community owns.) Got the trailer backed into the water and fired up the outboard and headed for it. Engine died. I was drifting at a rapid couple of miles an hour toward a rocky point. I got the engine restarted and shoved it in gear and it died again. Now close to the rocks. A third start and in gear and dead. Now I am bumping over the rocks. I try to tip the motor up but the releases wouldn't release. I grabbed the boat hook and expanded it and pushed Rosario off the rocks and noticed her transom flexing quite scarily. Also noticed the squeeze bulb was flat as a pancake. Went to my spare gas tank and line and hooked it to the motor. Motor started and ran. Now I was some quarter of a mile around the point and Becky had no idea what had become of me. Then she saw me coming toward the trailer and ran back to winch me up.
So we are back home alive but the transom was flexing like it was made of rubber as I drifter over the rocks and crashed up and down in foot-high waves.
Now that summer could be here, am I going to be without a boat again? Been there with Finally! Hoping not to be there with Rosario. Wonder home much use I can give her before going down with my ship. It's hell being the captain!:Shocked:
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