Now that OC is about to become center stage I will share todays tidbit.
We launch at Scap Bay around 1pm today. I see the big engine has water runing out of every hole except the pee hole. Hmm. Looks like the whole compartment is flooding. Well we kick it off the trailer and kicker it over to the dock so we don't tie up the ramp.
The gasket from the engine to the cooling manifold( now I aint sure that "cooling manifold is the correct technical term, but who cares, point is -it is prime time and we aint going fishing).Water is squirting out at a rapid rate and to make things worse, there aint no easy way to tighten up everything that has vibrated loose without major surgery.
Uncle Mark is not in the best of moods. The dog is introducing himself to everyone who walks by, which is not as cute as he thinks it is. Dad stands there smoking a menthol. He knows we aint going fishing either.
A single angler launches an unpainted Willie and ties up next to us. He walks by and makes the polite small talk we all would make to someone about to miss the hot bite due to mechanical problems. He parks his pickup and is back with a black dog in tow. I tell him we are going home to work on the new to me sled. He gives an understanding look and OFFERS TO TAKE ME AND DAD FISHING- "...If yall really want to go". I thank him and decline the offer. I am cursing a well known mechanic, out loud. He understands.
Now in the next month or so, there is gonna be a lot of complaining about other fishers' ethics and crowds and such. But remember this- A complete stranger was kind enough to invite me and dad to go fishing today just because we were having a tough hour. Not everyone is a bad guy.
So, if you are out there Mr. cowboy hat in a white Ford, thank you for being kind to someone just because it was the highlight of my day.
Mark Duray.
Oh yeah, and the dog.
[ 04-26-2003, 10:02 AM: Message edited by: Flatfish ]
We launch at Scap Bay around 1pm today. I see the big engine has water runing out of every hole except the pee hole. Hmm. Looks like the whole compartment is flooding. Well we kick it off the trailer and kicker it over to the dock so we don't tie up the ramp.
The gasket from the engine to the cooling manifold( now I aint sure that "cooling manifold is the correct technical term, but who cares, point is -it is prime time and we aint going fishing).Water is squirting out at a rapid rate and to make things worse, there aint no easy way to tighten up everything that has vibrated loose without major surgery.
Uncle Mark is not in the best of moods. The dog is introducing himself to everyone who walks by, which is not as cute as he thinks it is. Dad stands there smoking a menthol. He knows we aint going fishing either.
A single angler launches an unpainted Willie and ties up next to us. He walks by and makes the polite small talk we all would make to someone about to miss the hot bite due to mechanical problems. He parks his pickup and is back with a black dog in tow. I tell him we are going home to work on the new to me sled. He gives an understanding look and OFFERS TO TAKE ME AND DAD FISHING- "...If yall really want to go". I thank him and decline the offer. I am cursing a well known mechanic, out loud. He understands.
Now in the next month or so, there is gonna be a lot of complaining about other fishers' ethics and crowds and such. But remember this- A complete stranger was kind enough to invite me and dad to go fishing today just because we were having a tough hour. Not everyone is a bad guy.
So, if you are out there Mr. cowboy hat in a white Ford, thank you for being kind to someone just because it was the highlight of my day.
Mark Duray.
Oh yeah, and the dog.
[ 04-26-2003, 10:02 AM: Message edited by: Flatfish ]
But I would like to do it out of my ride if I can get the thing up and atom soon. If not, you betchya.
