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BearlyAwake
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They say the worst day of fishing is better than the best day of work.....they are soooo wrong.
We started the day Saturday 8/28 putting in at Scappoose Bay at around 7 in the morning. Finally got our
16' Smokercraft running really good the day before and my wife Panda and I were excited to go Salmon fish in our first Johnny's derby.
(Our Boat)
All was great and we made the turn around Sand Island when the motor started cutting out and died in the middle of the channel. The bulb went flat and motor would not restart. Frantically we worked on getting fuel back to the motor and had our heads buried under the back panel.
As if by fate we both look up just in time to see we have drifted closer to shore, and were heading straight for a long row of pilings jetting out from the Washington side.
I scramble and toss our thankfully heavy anchor over into the shallower water, and tie off to the bow cleat. The swells were 2-3 feet and just as the anchor struck hold we bounce up and the outboard just barely scrapes the pilings.
There we are dead in the water and our stern just inches away from smacking the pilings bobbing up and down with the swells.
Finally we get fuel to flow again and I get the motor started. I do all I can to inch forward to keep us off the pilings as my wife tries to pull the anchor. I look forward and she has the anchor rope over the side of the boat holding it, but is not strong enough to pull it up as it is stuck. We scream at each other trying to will the thing lose and finally it works free and she is able to pull it in the rest of the way with all the strength she has.
We decide to go ahead and try to get to a fishing spot. We find one but the current is not running yet and all boats anchored are sideways. We motor around about an hour or longer and then finally decide to drop anchor. As she drops it, I fail to notice as I drift back to my spot the line is not going out as I move back. The anchor ball had locked and we were not setting the anchor, but it was barely on bottom. We set into a spot and get all rigged to fish. After about 30 minutes of fishing I glance over and we have drifted a good boat length and a half back from our spot. It hits me we have to reanchor, so we pull gear and try again, half way back I realize what was happning and have to motor forward again and make sure that the rope is free so it sets the anchor....success.
As we sit fishing, the swells are getting worse and worse. For the first time ever I start to get....seasick. I lose my breakfast and we decide to fish awhile longer and head in...
We again pull the heavy anchor and motor back toward the marina. The boat dies again in front of the St Helens Courthouse but we are lucky enough to be able to get to the Sand Island docks to work on it. From there it was 1/4 speed to the slew as the motor did not want to run at all right...dying...restarting...dying...restarting. We make it half way down the slew and see the turn for the marina when it dies and the batery decides it had had enough for the day and goes dead as well. We anchor yet again.
Making a phone call we find that her uncle just pulled out and was heading home, he puts his boat back in and comes out to tow us...
(Us being towed in)
I realize on the way that the keys for our truck had been taken off the ring and I had the key for the ignition in my pocket, but the door key had been locked in the truck.
She calls her mom to take her home to get the other set of keys as I wait there tied to the dock.
We finally get the boat loaded and head to drop it off. Just as we leave the marina, we hear a noise we thought was the net falling over, but keep going.
She goes to button the boat up for the day and sees that the awesome bucket mount toilet seat lid we had is nowhere to be found...the sound we heard earlier was it flying out of the boat.
It was the "Capper to the Crapper" of a day we were having.
We were able to go back and find it still intact by the side of the road, and I got some weird looks as I walked down the road with toilet seat in hand and people passed by.
So people....things can happen to take what we feel will be a great day...and turn it into the day from Hell...we know this to be true, and we both hope it never happens to you...
(Our anchor and the toilet seat)
We started the day Saturday 8/28 putting in at Scappoose Bay at around 7 in the morning. Finally got our
16' Smokercraft running really good the day before and my wife Panda and I were excited to go Salmon fish in our first Johnny's derby.
(Our Boat)
All was great and we made the turn around Sand Island when the motor started cutting out and died in the middle of the channel. The bulb went flat and motor would not restart. Frantically we worked on getting fuel back to the motor and had our heads buried under the back panel.
As if by fate we both look up just in time to see we have drifted closer to shore, and were heading straight for a long row of pilings jetting out from the Washington side.
I scramble and toss our thankfully heavy anchor over into the shallower water, and tie off to the bow cleat. The swells were 2-3 feet and just as the anchor struck hold we bounce up and the outboard just barely scrapes the pilings.
There we are dead in the water and our stern just inches away from smacking the pilings bobbing up and down with the swells.
Finally we get fuel to flow again and I get the motor started. I do all I can to inch forward to keep us off the pilings as my wife tries to pull the anchor. I look forward and she has the anchor rope over the side of the boat holding it, but is not strong enough to pull it up as it is stuck. We scream at each other trying to will the thing lose and finally it works free and she is able to pull it in the rest of the way with all the strength she has.
We decide to go ahead and try to get to a fishing spot. We find one but the current is not running yet and all boats anchored are sideways. We motor around about an hour or longer and then finally decide to drop anchor. As she drops it, I fail to notice as I drift back to my spot the line is not going out as I move back. The anchor ball had locked and we were not setting the anchor, but it was barely on bottom. We set into a spot and get all rigged to fish. After about 30 minutes of fishing I glance over and we have drifted a good boat length and a half back from our spot. It hits me we have to reanchor, so we pull gear and try again, half way back I realize what was happning and have to motor forward again and make sure that the rope is free so it sets the anchor....success.
As we sit fishing, the swells are getting worse and worse. For the first time ever I start to get....seasick. I lose my breakfast and we decide to fish awhile longer and head in...
We again pull the heavy anchor and motor back toward the marina. The boat dies again in front of the St Helens Courthouse but we are lucky enough to be able to get to the Sand Island docks to work on it. From there it was 1/4 speed to the slew as the motor did not want to run at all right...dying...restarting...dying...restarting. We make it half way down the slew and see the turn for the marina when it dies and the batery decides it had had enough for the day and goes dead as well. We anchor yet again.
Making a phone call we find that her uncle just pulled out and was heading home, he puts his boat back in and comes out to tow us...
(Us being towed in)
I realize on the way that the keys for our truck had been taken off the ring and I had the key for the ignition in my pocket, but the door key had been locked in the truck.
She calls her mom to take her home to get the other set of keys as I wait there tied to the dock.
We finally get the boat loaded and head to drop it off. Just as we leave the marina, we hear a noise we thought was the net falling over, but keep going.
She goes to button the boat up for the day and sees that the awesome bucket mount toilet seat lid we had is nowhere to be found...the sound we heard earlier was it flying out of the boat.
It was the "Capper to the Crapper" of a day we were having.
We were able to go back and find it still intact by the side of the road, and I got some weird looks as I walked down the road with toilet seat in hand and people passed by.
So people....things can happen to take what we feel will be a great day...and turn it into the day from Hell...we know this to be true, and we both hope it never happens to you...
(Our anchor and the toilet seat)
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