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.
If you've got short, stubby fingers and wear reading glasses, any relaxation you would normally derive from fly fishing is completely eliminated when you try to tie on a fly. ~ Jack Ohman, Fear of Fly Fishing, 1988