Friday, March 2, 2012
rolling on the river...
SW stopped at the store to get some ice and I made him get some peanut butter crackers for me to munch on, since I had not eaten breakfast (Wretch had skipped eating too) and he came back bearing ice, peanut butter crackers, Oreo Double Stuff, and Fig Newtons. I was trying to avoid too much junk, and decided I would eat the healthier snack and leave the cookies alone. I didn't know it then, but that was going to be the high point of our day.
For some reason the boat didn't want to plane out, so SW told Wretch to sit up front, so the boat would level out. It was sluggish and just didnt want to ride like it normally does, and the front end of the boat was pointed up for most of the way. The boat finally flattened out on the water, but it took forty forevers for it to do it.
I looked down and sure enough, we were taking on water, and not in a slow way either. Suddenly it made sense to me why the boat was nose up down the river, and the motor didn't seem to have any power. We had about 500 extra pounds of water in the boat with us.
I was ok with it and not really worried, after all SW has taken good care of me for over 40 years of fishing trips, so I just kind of stood there. Until I looked at his face and saw he looked just a little panicked around the edges. Then I panicked. And three people in a small aluminum boat full of poles, tackle boxes, an ice cooler, life jackets and my camera bag, and cookies, doesn't give you much room to run in circles and scream. SW managed to hold his panic in enough to finally tell us to hold on to our poles and SIT DOWN NOW. He took off down the river and I looked back at the back of the boat and saw Niagara Falls spurting out in a giant arc. Steve at that point could not figure out what was wrong, and Wretch and I were making plans to abandon ship...
but then SW idled the engine down and told me to steer the boat forward while he checked the back. He was squatted down in the back and leaning over looking at things, and he told me to ease the boat forward a little faster.
Steve fiddled around at the back and finally figured out what was wrong.
He had put the plug in the wrong hole.
Now you think someone who had been putting boat plugs in his whole life would know the right hole from the wrong hole, but evidently he goofed. This one time he goofed.
He replaced the plug in the boat, we ran the water out with the bilge pump, and he looked at me and said "you know I need to get an extra plug sometime, to have in case we lose a plug." I just looked at him and was thinking the next plug we would be buying would be a butt plug for him...but I kept my mouth shut.
Wrong. It was only the beginning.
We saw a muskrat swimming over by the bank, and I thought this would be a good chance to try my telephoto lens and get some photographs. I got out Big Girl, changed lenses, focused in on the little critter who was on a bank by then grinning and posing just for me, and pressed the shutter button.
The battery was still at home. I had forgotten to pack it. Oh I got my lip gloss so my lips wouldn't get all scaly, and my eye drops so I could focus as I looked through the lens of the camera....that I now realized had no battery. At all. I was pretty disgusted, because I had risked Big Girl's life with a near drowning and then found out I couldn't even take one lousy photo with her.
A bit later we went past fish we could SEE on the depth finder, to go to a spot way up the river where Steve said he ALWAYS caught fish. And Wretch did catch a fish. A large mouth bass that weighed at least 8 ounces. Right after I dropped the box of hooks in the water and had to splash around and fish them out. We weren't getting any bites at all, so we headed back out to the spot where we had seen the fish on the depth finder.