Avenger
Well-Known Angler
Since the RR strike was farking up traffic, I elected to take the day off and accept an invite from my friend to waste a day washing bait.
We initially set up on the south side of the draw, and I promptly hooked up a world-class Dogfish. A little while later my friend did the same. I suggested a relocation. So we moved to the north side. That's when things got exciting. Our first anchoring attempt didn't take so we hauled it back to reset, and the windlass jammed. While I'm trying to figure out why the chain was spitting out the side of the thing, the captain went below and gave a hard pull on the rode. That unjammed the whole thing. Fortunately, I was still hanging on to the chain, because the captain had broken the rope to chain splice. Well, cr@p.
Now I have to do another study on how to do that splice. I did it for another friend once before, but that was a few years ago.
Short story long, we shifted to the spare anchor and the manual windlass. We avoided multiple resets, because that windlass makes a terrible whining noise every time we have to pull the anchor up again. It's always the same noise, but it just keeps getting worse. "Wasn't this spot good enough? This anchor is heavy. Do we have to use so much rode?" Honestly, sometimes I'm amazed they still let me on the boat.
Tide was near peak when we got settled.
The captain was successful in meeting another Dogfish. After that the only thing that was successful were the eight Osprey that showed up. It was hard to tell, but it looked like they were picking up Bunker.
Then the real excitement started. There were workers on the bridge, mostly running leaf blowers. Every time one if them had to cross the draw they'd shut down traffic. Okay, that makes sense. What didn't make sense was once traffic was locked down they had to keep running that #&@$! siren at full blast. And we're not talking about just the time it took to walk over the draw span. It just went on and on and on. The shortest one I timed was over three and a half minutes. That's a long time to keep your fingers in your ears.
Final rant. Our illustrious governor's pandering to the Washville lobby prohibits washing your own car, supposedly to protect out waterways. But this blowhole with the leaf blower is blowing all kinds of debris off the bridge into the water. How is that okay?
Oh well. It was still better than a good day at work.
And in the immortal words of Lt Columbo, "One more thing." We had a friend that used to go to a lot of trade shows, and he'd bring back all the koozies he could lay hands on. Between the captain and I, we could open a koozie store. Do you think there were any on the boat? I had to improvise with the Captain's gear.
Like I said, I'm really surprised they still let me on the boat.
We initially set up on the south side of the draw, and I promptly hooked up a world-class Dogfish. A little while later my friend did the same. I suggested a relocation. So we moved to the north side. That's when things got exciting. Our first anchoring attempt didn't take so we hauled it back to reset, and the windlass jammed. While I'm trying to figure out why the chain was spitting out the side of the thing, the captain went below and gave a hard pull on the rode. That unjammed the whole thing. Fortunately, I was still hanging on to the chain, because the captain had broken the rope to chain splice. Well, cr@p.
Now I have to do another study on how to do that splice. I did it for another friend once before, but that was a few years ago.Short story long, we shifted to the spare anchor and the manual windlass. We avoided multiple resets, because that windlass makes a terrible whining noise every time we have to pull the anchor up again. It's always the same noise, but it just keeps getting worse. "Wasn't this spot good enough? This anchor is heavy. Do we have to use so much rode?" Honestly, sometimes I'm amazed they still let me on the boat.
Tide was near peak when we got settled.
The captain was successful in meeting another Dogfish. After that the only thing that was successful were the eight Osprey that showed up. It was hard to tell, but it looked like they were picking up Bunker.
Then the real excitement started. There were workers on the bridge, mostly running leaf blowers. Every time one if them had to cross the draw they'd shut down traffic. Okay, that makes sense. What didn't make sense was once traffic was locked down they had to keep running that #&@$! siren at full blast. And we're not talking about just the time it took to walk over the draw span. It just went on and on and on. The shortest one I timed was over three and a half minutes. That's a long time to keep your fingers in your ears.
Final rant. Our illustrious governor's pandering to the Washville lobby prohibits washing your own car, supposedly to protect out waterways. But this blowhole with the leaf blower is blowing all kinds of debris off the bridge into the water. How is that okay?
Oh well. It was still better than a good day at work.
And in the immortal words of Lt Columbo, "One more thing." We had a friend that used to go to a lot of trade shows, and he'd bring back all the koozies he could lay hands on. Between the captain and I, we could open a koozie store. Do you think there were any on the boat? I had to improvise with the Captain's gear.
Like I said, I'm really surprised they still let me on the boat.
