Second Life
The 12 foot aluminum boat was a gift from Tamra’s dad. Overturned on the bank at the island for years on end, the run-about had ceased to run anywhere at all and was collecting moss into it’s riveted seams.
“Well thanks Dave....can I give you a couple hundred bucks for it?” The 7.5 horse Gamefisher motor that came with it along with a gas tank was worth at least as much and felt obliged to offer at least something.
“No. You’re not going to stop giving us salmon are you?” Not a chance. Corey and I carried the thing up the hill to the truck. We loaded the kicker into the boat and slid it into the back of my truck.
The next day I replaced the transom which had rotted away with some new 1 1/8 inch plywood. The rear seat was rotten too. I found an old 1 X 10 inch trim board in the garage and custom fit it into place. I bought some oar locks to work with my 7 foot raft oars and trolling mount for the back seat. I found some old gray primer spray paint in the garage and blasted the new wood with several coats. Done. |
| Corey honing his tiller skills. Thanks Papaw! |
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| Tamra bringing home the bacon. |
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| The bacon. |
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| My reel broke mid-battle with this guy. I managed to pull him in by hand. Here I am displaying my cut ring finger. The line was wrapped around it during the struggle. I will have you know that, yes I am okay. |
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| New grill works great. |
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| Hazelee showing Grandma her catch as we pass her in the canoe. |
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| Dad at the helm as we troll for kings down the creek. |
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| Corey ate this entire 18 inch rainbow that he caught! |
