Living on the water makes owning a boat, if not a necessity,
then certainly an expected accessory. My
first boat was a 1953 Alumacraft that my grandfather bought new. In the early 70’s he got distracted and did
not pull the boat up high enough on the beach.
The wind came up, as it has a tendency to do here, and heavy seas drug
the boat out and smashed it on the beach and filled it with stones. I spent two days digging it out of the rocks
and another day beating the dents out of it with a sledgehammer. After that I
spent quite a bit of time pounding loose rivets, installing screws to replace
the ones that popped out and putting silicone on all the seams. I still needed to bring a coffee can with me
every time I went out so that I could bail. I had been able to row the boat (I
could not use Gramp’s motor and provided one I found in the local dump later –
that I wrote about elsewhere) all I wanted prior to the mishap. Afterwards, with all the effort, the boat
became mine. Can you imagine an eight or
nine year old with his own boat?
Fishing and general screwing around were what I used the
boat for. The boat was light enough to
just pull up and down the beach and required no special equipment. And I was sure to pull it up all the way
whenever I was done using it.
Later, in my teens, I bought a 14ft Caddy, made by the
Cadillac boat company in Michigan in the 50’s.
Having by this time a fairly extensive collection of old outboard motors
scavenged or bartered from here or there, I was big time when I had two 4 hp
Martin “40” outboards on the back of it.
We fished every species in the lake, including salmon and our primary leisure
time activity in the summer was fishing.
Once I was an adult (or at least thought I was), I bought a
1967 Cruisers 21 ft boat with a 350 Chevy and Mercruiser stern drive. We had loads of fun in the boat, but it
required more space, more maintenance and more equipment to maintain. It was not easy to put in and out of the
water and required a vehicle and a trip to one of the local launch ramps. Extensive winterization and summerization was
required and you could not store it by simply flipping it upside down and
putting the outboard on a rack in the garage.
Because it was over 16 ft long, the Coast Guard had additional safety
equipment requirements along with navigational lights etc. Don’t get me wrong, we had lots of fun in the
boat. The kids tubed behind it, we
caught lots of salmon and other fish, but it just wasn’t convenient and leaving
it in the water over the summer would mean paying for dock space. When the kids stopped showing interest in
fishing with Dad, I parked it and didn’t register it any more. I swore off bigger boats and returned to the
convenience and ease of a small aluminum boat that could be easily slid up and
down the beach. My wife and I enjoy an occasional
(if not often enough) troll for bass. Life was good. Boating was easy. I was finally smart.....at least until...
Against my better judgement, last fall I purchased a 1975
Slickcraft ss240 sport sedan boat. 24 ft
of luxury that was sitting on a trailer along the side of the road begging for
me to dicker on it. A solid boat, well-constructed,
with a nice cabin and a 233hp Mercruiser stern drive, it was in need of a bit
of TLC due to having sat for the last 6 years and some minor damage to the
outdrive.
I dickered back and forth with the owner and after not
reaching an agreement, walked away. Two
days later, he looked me up and accepted what was my final offer from the dickering
session. Like a damn fool, I figured I
got a good deal. What I should have
realized is that I got a “good deal” of work.
I started last fall with the initial cleanup and assessment
and continued this spring/early summer in my spare moments. I pumped 80 gallons of stale, yellow
turpentine smelling gasoline from the 100 gallon tank. I fabricated and installed a “prosthetic”
cavitation plate out of stainless steel to repair the one that had been broken
when the previous owner had backed it into a post in the shed he stored it
in. I changed all the fluids, repaired
the hydraulics on the power trim, replaced some wiring that the mice had
enjoyed at some point and between my wife and myself, scrubbed 6 years of grime
off the boat. I installed a new bilge
pump and spent a number of hours rebuilding the carburetor and getting the
engine running. I put $300 worth of
premium fuel and additive in the tank. I
ran the engine on land with a garden hose for almost two hours. I verified the operation of all the
electronics. I installed a 9.9hp “kicker”
outboard and I broke down and made arrangements for dock space so I could leave
the boat in the water and thereby have some reasonable hope of actually using
it this year.
The time was here!
Time to put it back in the water!
Early Saturday morning and my wife and I went to the launch ramp. In the water it went. Not as easy as I would like, but who
cares? It’s going to stay in the water
for the rest of the summer, right?
Engine starts right up and runs pretty good although because of some
missed grime in the carb, it wants to die every time I shift into gear. I turn the idle speed up and plan to take it
out and run the hell out of it to hopefully dislodge whatever varnish is
causing my idling issue. Out on the lake
I go, planning to make a couple of loops of the harbor and then bringing it
into the dock where my wife will be waiting to help me tie up. No sooner do I get out of the harbor and on
the open lake, and I am going in circles as the steering has failed. The engine is running nice, but I am
stuck. The wind is blowing out of the
south and I am drifting further out into the lake. I drop an anchor to assess the situation and
determine the problem is in the gimble ring of the stern drive and I have no
way of fixing it where I am (in spite of a toolbox full of tools). The kicker motor steering is accomplished
through a linkage to the stern drive, so in order to use it to get back would
mean dangling over the stern and hoping I was steering in the right
direction. I have paddles on board, but
with the wind, that would be a losing battle in a boat this size. What the fuck was I thinking when I bought
this monstrosity that has now left me sitting?
Did I mention too that Beulah was along for the ride, now drift?
I am anchored in about 70 ft of water about ½ mile off
shore, still scratching my head and coming to the conclusion that the best
solution is to simply swim in to shore, walk to the truck go home and get my
aluminum boat and outboard and tow myself in.
This is not such a dire situation; thank God, that I need to use the
radio to call for help. I have called my
wife’s cell a number of times, but she does not answer and I am guessing that
she has probably left it on the kitchen table and is at this moment standing on
the dock wondering just what the fuck I am doing.
I sit down on the cushioned engine hatch and begin to take
off my shoes. I will have to lock Beulah
in the cabin so she does not attempt to swim in with me. As I am removing my socks, and talking to
Beulah, I hear an approaching boat that is slowing down. I look up and see the familiar stance of my
Dad in the boat. He and an old buddy
have gone out fishing and luckily and coincidentally his buddy needed the use
of shore facilities and had gone into the harbor where I had launched and were
coming back out to return to fishing.
They towed me in.
There is a saying that a boat is simply a hole in the water
that an idiot throws money into. This is
a completely accurate and true statement.
I will be paying for the tow for a long time to come.
Incidentally, I repaired the gimble ring and put the boat
back in the water the next day and my wife and I enjoyed a nice cruise and it
is now sitting at the dock as originally intended. All is well…..for now.
I keep eyeing my aluminum boat and thinking to myself how
foolish I actually am.
