So here we go with the Bee evading truck shuffling boat launching saga from yesterday, culminating with a really funny and sarcastic onlooker comment from the manager at CorilAir.
At my humble abode I am set up with the boat on trailer stashed alongside and my GMC truck and camper backed up to it.
My Ford sits directly in front of my place, so, in order to hook up the Ford to the boat trailer one must move the camper out then back the Ford in and hook the trailer up. Simple enough, one might think.
The glitch in this simple act comes from the fact a bunch of what I'm believing to be Mason Bees have taken up residence in the recess where the 110 volt electrical cable runs into the camper and hooks to the inverter.
Given they are a beneficial Bee and haven't appeared to be aggressive I'm letting them do their thing there.
Now what I hadn't considered when I moved the camper a couple hundred feet away was that many of the Bees were out doing their thing so when they returned to their hive, it wasn't there.
I discovered this as I backed the Ford into position to hook up the trailer. When I exited my truck I was immediately surrounded by buzzing Bees, all of which were no doubt wondering just what the heck had happened to their hive and home and why was this other truck here?
I fled the area and took stock of the situation at just about the same time as my neighbor Terry walked over from his place, cut in behind my truck to chat and discovered the Bee swarm, more or less as I was yelling to him about the situation.
He fled too, and I think I heard some mutterings that might have been swear words, but I'm not positive.
I quickly realized my best solution would be to move the camper back to where the Ford usually sits and hope the Bees recognized the entrance to their hive, which would now be mere feet away.
I quickly did just that then sat back and watched. It didn't take long before one Bee found their old entrance and went in, only to exit a few seconds later. Soon, another entered and then a few more. I don't know how well they see or if the first one communicated to the others or what, but within five minutes they had all gone into their hive and I was able to walk over and hook up the truck and trailer unmolested.
Ready to go I sat waiting for my two trusty helpers to arrive. Peter had picked up Joe in the Porsche and brought him to Jiggers, where I grabbed him and we drove to the launch ramp. Peter went to CorilAir and waited while Joe and I launched the boat as smoothly as could be. The engine started on the third pull so I motored down to my mooring space while Joe drove the truck down to join us.
The only thing that needed to happen at the dock was the forward and aft mooring lines needed to be attached to the boat and adjusted properly so the boat was lined up with the bumper on the dock. I, obviously mistaken as it turned out, thought this would be an easy thing to accomplish.
Notwithstanding my clear and explicit instructions, given whilst sitting in the boat, something went astray so that when the boat was tied fore and aft the bumper was not in the proper place.
This led to the untying of both lines, much pulling along the dock by yours truly, still sitting in the boat, and then the retying and readjusting as required, all somewhat coloured by the again muttered imprecations coming from both of my trusty helpers. They were "muttered" as a group of passengers were being accompanied to their plane by Mike, the manager, and swearing aloud in front of the women would have been uncouth.
Now Mike had witnessed this whole affair from the first arrival of the boat, my holding the boat in place while Peter tried to find the ring on the dock, trying two incorrect ones before succeeding, and Joe supervising the whole thing while offering advice as required.
Even when not required too.
Eventually the boat was moored in the proper position, the lines affixed properly, the passengers boarded their plane and, as the three of us stood admiring our work, Mike walked by pushing the empty baggage cart, stopped, grinned at us and asked: "So, how many guys DOES it take to tie up a 14 foot boat anyway?"
All we could do was laugh, given the performance we knew he'd witnessed, so we laughed.
So now we're launched, and as at last night we're the only boat at that dock.
I better be able to go rowing Thursday, 'cause I don't want to face those Bees again so soon.
They might recognize me.
Take care.