So we dragged the boat up to the puddle for some camping and boarding and all the other good stuff that goes along with. Hustled to get the boat on the water so we can enjoy the sunset cruise and get a set or two in. Started up the LCS pumps(Rule 1100) with the motor running and the the circuit breaker keeps popping, It did that a few times and finally it agreed to fill up, by this time we had shut off the motor. Did notice that the center belly pump got pretty hot, so maybe that one got stuck or some debris made it's way in there, regardless, looks like it's time to have a spare or two in the boat.
Any other ideas??
Anyway, the weekend was beautiful, but my buddy had forgotten to read all the manuals (2nd weekend with the boat), so I am on the rope and the shallow water alarm is freaking him out, took a good 10, but the whole time I am in the water I am thinking that I am gonna have alot of work to do on this boat. Got that ironed out OK and the boat ran flawlessly until Sunday Morning.
So the sun is just coming up on Sunday Morning and we have the boat parked about 25 ft from shore due to the shallow water at the campsite. I wade out and my buddy is already on board and tells me the interior hatch button (02' SAN) isn't working on one side, I am thinking "what next??" and check the rear button, it's working, wiring bad button whatever. So our third (Buddy's GF) get's in and plops in the observer seat with her blanket and I start the boat and idle out. My buddy is looking for his elbow brace as he has some tendonitis and it helps alot, he is looking all around and goes to the cup holder area and sticks his hand to the right in there and we all hear a big gurgle growl.
So he says something growled at him and there is a racoon in there as they are all over that campground. His GF says it was the water on the hull that made the noise, I say I dunno. So they get freaked and I look behind the trim and under the void at the clamshell seat, nothing. So it's time to open the clamshell and i grab a vest to swat at it and open the seat and out walks a very large racoon onto the seats. I swat him in the azz and he boogies up onto the sundeck where my buddy is, His GF has already abandon ship with her sweatshirt on. My buddy had a vest and gave him a little swat to the nose and the racoon went half on half off the boat next to the hatch, another swat and he is now paddling 60 ft back to shore.
When I looked in the hatch he had torn up an orange vest and I think it was nesting in there, right next to the sub, but it swam out there at night, very odd. It had tried to go the other way through the cup holder area and had knocked the wiring off the button. Some other campers were watching the hysterics from shore, so at least we put on a show.
Freaky Friday weekend ended with me getting a seatbelt infraction instead of a bad speeding ticket as I was vicitimized by the Poppy blooms on the way home and failed to notice the speed trap up ahead. CHP with a radar gun waving me off the road. First CHP I ever saw wearing SPY sunglasses. Thus ended Freaky Friday weekend.
Check your clamshell hatch for critters. Imagine if that guy had popped out when we had someone on the rope.
Any other ideas??
Anyway, the weekend was beautiful, but my buddy had forgotten to read all the manuals (2nd weekend with the boat), so I am on the rope and the shallow water alarm is freaking him out, took a good 10, but the whole time I am in the water I am thinking that I am gonna have alot of work to do on this boat. Got that ironed out OK and the boat ran flawlessly until Sunday Morning.
So the sun is just coming up on Sunday Morning and we have the boat parked about 25 ft from shore due to the shallow water at the campsite. I wade out and my buddy is already on board and tells me the interior hatch button (02' SAN) isn't working on one side, I am thinking "what next??" and check the rear button, it's working, wiring bad button whatever. So our third (Buddy's GF) get's in and plops in the observer seat with her blanket and I start the boat and idle out. My buddy is looking for his elbow brace as he has some tendonitis and it helps alot, he is looking all around and goes to the cup holder area and sticks his hand to the right in there and we all hear a big gurgle growl.
So he says something growled at him and there is a racoon in there as they are all over that campground. His GF says it was the water on the hull that made the noise, I say I dunno. So they get freaked and I look behind the trim and under the void at the clamshell seat, nothing. So it's time to open the clamshell and i grab a vest to swat at it and open the seat and out walks a very large racoon onto the seats. I swat him in the azz and he boogies up onto the sundeck where my buddy is, His GF has already abandon ship with her sweatshirt on. My buddy had a vest and gave him a little swat to the nose and the racoon went half on half off the boat next to the hatch, another swat and he is now paddling 60 ft back to shore.
When I looked in the hatch he had torn up an orange vest and I think it was nesting in there, right next to the sub, but it swam out there at night, very odd. It had tried to go the other way through the cup holder area and had knocked the wiring off the button. Some other campers were watching the hysterics from shore, so at least we put on a show.
Freaky Friday weekend ended with me getting a seatbelt infraction instead of a bad speeding ticket as I was vicitimized by the Poppy blooms on the way home and failed to notice the speed trap up ahead. CHP with a radar gun waving me off the road. First CHP I ever saw wearing SPY sunglasses. Thus ended Freaky Friday weekend.
Check your clamshell hatch for critters. Imagine if that guy had popped out when we had someone on the rope.
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