Buoyant

I realized something last night. Along with my new Twitter addiction, things also slowed down around here after I got my boat in October. Yeah, A 1987 Fisher SV-3. A real fishing boat. I'm so psyched about this. It was one of those too-good-to-be-true deals on Craigslist, but the Mrs. said I should call the guy. I did and the boat was home with us a few days later. I guess I’ve been spending all my on-line time learning as much as I can about boating. If it’s not YouTube videos about backing a trailer down a launch ramp, its bass boat message boards discussing missing drain plugs and live well rebuilding. I’m a regular reader of boat sites learning the fundamentals like which side is port, what is a gunwale and how not to kill your passengers. I’m also constantly emailing my friend Todd with questions that are so basic I’m embarrassed to ask strangers. Like, "I just read about the Circle Of Death and I'm scared! What do I need to know?" It all consumes the limited time I have for extracurricular activities.

I took her out only once before I had to winterize the engine and put it in storage. It’s a lot different that the Outcast kick boat I’ve been using since moving to MN, but the old Johnson she came with seemed to run great and I didn’t find any leaks. The throttle and steering are hooked up fine, but the rest of the electrical on the boat, and the trailer, will need to be re-wired. (Which reminds me: Merlin, I need to ask you something… ) I even read the Seloc manual for my motor. That was interesting. I didn’t even know what a carburetor did before. Now I’ve thoroughly examined exploded schematics for every single part of the engine and located most of them on the Johnson as well. I’m no gearhead, but I am a pretty passionate bass angler, so learning as much as I can in the off-season is important to me. And with 3 tots, a wife, a house, a job and a need for sleep, the blog has been quiet. Not forgotten, just quiet.