My first….
Several years ago, my wife Jill and I, were at the access on Lake Washington in Southern Minnesota. The Westwood Bar is located right beside the ramp. It is a fovorite watering-hole with the locals and young college student boaters. I waited my turn as a goup of four young college age guys unload a huge ski boat and push it over to the nearby Westwood dock. They tie it up and all run in for a cold one.
I mentioned to my wife that I did see that they put no plug in the boat’s drain hole. It took some time for my turn at the ramp. Finally, I got my truck and loaded the my boat. I pulled it out of the way and began strapping her up, and squaring things for the trip home. While doing so, I am watching the ski boat starting to sink. It continues to get lower and lower in the water as my wife and I watch. I then tell Jill that I should go tell these guys about this. Before I can reach the bar, a young man walks out to see water in the floor of the boat. Then he runs back inside to get his pals. Two of them are scratching their heads watching, as a couple of them tear the boat apart looking for the plug. No plug is found. Now the water is up to a foot above the floor and Jill and I have moved close enough to hear the conversations. The guys were planning to start it and drive it till the water ran out, then load it back up. Then they would go to town for a new plug. One of them heads for the truck and another trys to start the boat motor. The motor will not start. I guess that the water is now up into the distributor and though it turned over well, she never popped!
So, the guys decide to load the boat up on the trailer and pull ahead… to have the water drain out. Half way up onto the trailer, the rope breaks due to the extreme weight of a 1/2 full boat of water. They re-tie and try to crank the big fiberglass i/o up again. The rope breaks again before the boat gets 3/4 of the way up the trailer. They tie again. Now there is quite an audience that has accumulated. Three of the guys sit on the front on the boat’s bow to help counter the weight of the amount of water in the back of the boat. They get the boat cranked up to within three feet of the winch. The driver pulls ahead and they make it about twenty feet up the ramp before the water sloshes and breaks the rope again! This time, guys go flying every direction, and the boat crashes on to the concrete.
Now, there were seven guys on each side of the boat that were trying to lift the bow up to get it back on the trailer. They were straining but could not lift it more than about one foot up off the ground!
Jill asked if I was going to go help them. I told her that they were beyond help.
Second and last….
On French Lake, after I got all loaded up. I looked to see a group of folks all sitting in lawn chairs, by the ramp. They had score cards! 1 thru 10, they were ranking the loading of each boat that came out.
I scored an 8,8,9,8,7 for a total. I thought this was pretty good as I was no even trying to load very fast. I guessd I did a fairly good job. We all laughed as I joined them to watch a couple of boaters load up. The looks the boaters had once they caught on was fabulious. I found out in the conversation that this was the major source of entertainment and daily activity for these folks who camped at this park, which was right next to the ramp ( a park in which they had their travel trailers and motor-homes).
Then comes in, a guy with the wife and three kids. A wild bunch! We could hear them way before we actually saw them. Mom was yelling, Pop was swearing, the kids were not helping or not minding.
We watched as this guy went for the car, backed it in and hooked her up, then started to pull ahead… he sticks his head out the drivers window and yells for his kids to “get the [censored] out of the boat!”.
The kids who were six to twelve years old, paid no attention. The guy tries several times to order his kids out of the boat, and to the one who now is sitting on the side of the boat, to get off the boat.
He pulls ahead, stops, rolls back, shoots ahead, stops, rolls back, pulls ahead… trying to shake the kids off and out the boat! One kid is hanging on to the side of the boat and is straddled on the trailer’s fender-well. The mom is yelling now for him to “get the [censored] off the boat”.
Dad pulls up off the ramp and stops, the kids bail, then dad pulls up a bit more. The trailer tire runs over the boy siting on the fender and pins his leg to the pavement. The kid goes nuts, screaming! Mom runs to see what is wrong, dad puts the car in park and bails out too. The kid’s leg is pinned under the tire! Dad swears, Mom swears, both stand there for what seemed to be, way too long… telling the kid the “we told you so” routine. Dad goes back and drives forward and mom helps the kid up and to the car. They all start to load up.
I look at the group od spectators who are arranging their rateings cards for this one. Out comes the rateings… 10,10,10,10 10 !!! The guy sees this and gives a big thumbs-up, and then I begin thinking of my own scores as I walk away… hum… not so good. I figured I best be working on my launch/load delivery.
Hawger
Edited by Hawger on 11/09/01 11:20 AM.