Well, the old Glastron V147 I bought in February has now been in the lake...twice. First time, the 47-year-old Johnson 35 died just after I launched it, and I had to limp back to the ramp with the equally ancient 4 horse, and it didn't want to start either.
Back to the drawing board. I pulled the flywheel off that old Super Seahorse and found the crankshaft key sheared right off. I also discovered that the last owner had put brand new magneto coils and points in there. If only he'd torqued the crankshaft nut properly. No harm done.
So, I put the boat back on the water (Spoon Lake launching ramp, then under the tunnel to Gervais lake) last Tuesday. The old 35 fired right up and purred like a new motor. My friend was along in his boat and he clocked me at 23 mph. I'm a happy guy.
So, I was planning to head up to Bald Eagle yesterday and molest a few crappies. I went out to prep the boat and it was SNOWING, for pete's sake. I'm a transplant from California, and we don't go boating in the snow. I guess I'll have to wait a few more days.
Well, I was 120 miles north and trust me, the fishing was lousy. Only spent about 4 hours on the lake. There is only so much a guy will go through to catch a fish. Nothing on the graph, nothing on the line... nothing.
People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing. ~ Ed Zern, 1947