Dad has spent a couple of weeks scouring online ads for a boat, a fishing boat. When he found The boat he had me contact the owner via e-mail and Dad took it from there. A few days later he proudly told me he had bought The boat.
"How are you going to get it home", I asked. "Oh I will arrange for my friend to take me down to pick it up" he said. In short order a plan was made, and off they went.
"Where are you going to put it?" I asked.
"I'll put it on the pad at my friend's place," he said. "But for now we'll put it in the garage here, it needs a little work," he said.
"What does a little work mean?" I asked.
"Oh just this and that and a few other things," he said.
So they brought it home, and the very next day she was baptized in the waters of the Sacramento river, along with Dad & his crony!
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| Sacramento River |
It seems Dad was driving and got hung on a gravel bar, instead of pouring the coal to her, and planing over it, he killed the throttle, sticking them on the gravel bar. The crony hopped out to push them off, but soon realized Dad was going to have to get out as well. Dad made it out, promptly lost his footing, and ended up setting down in six inches of water. He and the crony were laughing so hard, they almost didn't get Dad back in the boat.
Now it is in a place of honor in the garage, supposedly so she doesn't get rained on. In reality, so Dad can work on her late into the night. She has been stripped of all her ratty ol carpet, and the rotted captain's seat tossed in the garbage. Dad has given me a lengthy list nearly every evening of assorted "little things" to order on-line for her.
He takes everyone who comes by out to the garage to admire his fish'n boat. So far, He and I seem to be the only ones that get it: he has a project to keep him busy, he wants to go fishing, and he's 90 years old so he needs to gett'r done now.
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| Dad working on his fish'n boat. |
He said I could call him "Captain", I said I would call him "Ol Swampy".
He said Willie the Jack Russell, could go fish'n with us. I said he could, but we had to call him "Gator Bait" when he was in the boat.
So, as soon as that ugly ol flat bottom boat is fixed up, Ol Swampy, Gator Bait, and I are gone fish'n.
