Ok, here is one of my Oops confessions:
My friend Dave and I have been doing an annual fishing trip up to Malcolm Island each year. Usually take one of my sons as well. Routine is to trailer from Victoria up to Telegraph or Alder Bay, launch the boat there, my son and I boat over to Malcolm while Dave takes the truck over by ferry. As there is usually only one ferry over per day we usually text each other to make sure he made it on ok as we two boat over and often fish already on our short way over. Couple years ago, boat is launched, Dave off to the ferry and my son and I push off and goof around jigging some reefs when suddenly after a short jigging stop the main motor won't turn over. Turn the key - nothing. WTF? Starter toast? Pop the cowling of the F115 Yammi - check everything, wiggle all cables, knock on starter, switch batteries, check fuel - try again, nothing. What now? Had 4 days fishing planned; nearly impossible without main engine. No mechanics or services on Malcolm Island. Maybe Dave can still turn around and we abort the whole trip? I text Dave - he is already on the ferry - no turnaround anymore, so we are committed going over for sure. So, we start the kicker and putter across which takes about an hour and a bit. My son is totally disappointed as the trip looks like a write-off. Dave texts back indicating resignation and frustration too. We are nearing our destination and while I am assessing the docking procedure under kicker-power while sitting on the helm seat, my view falls onto the control lever of the main engine. It stands upright but is it fully upright in neutral? Can it really be that simple?!! I touch it slightly and it clicks into neutral. No way!!! I am almost fainting for embarrassment but then also jubilating internally that our trip may not be a bust after all. After a couple of seconds of this wild emotional swing I decided to have some fun with my 17 year old son who stares disappointed and depressed at the tip of his feet. So I get up, pop the main cowling again and pull demonstratively my swiss army knife out and say out loud "Ok, last chance, let's try the German method!" and pretend going busy with the tool at the motor. Then I confidently go up to the helm and calmly turn the key - motor starts flawlessly. I am relieved but my son looks bewildered up to me - he couldn't get his mouth closed: "How did you do that, Dad? What did you do?!". "Uh, you know, this and that, Swiss Army knives fix it all.", I said as we pull up to the dock. He thinks I am a genius. A little while Dave pulls up in the truck and walks down to our dock with a sour face. My son breaks the fine news to him that I miraculously fixed the issue with the pocket knife. Dave looks at me in awe. At that point I confessed and we all broke out in loud and relieved laughter. We had a fantastic trip after that.