Not A Brief Wind-Up To The Season plus Final Night Fiasco
It all started off innocently enough, the last night of the season when we decorate our boats and make one last try for a Tyee, and I always decorate my boat with a blonde and a brunette. I've noted previously there is a good reason for my choice here, given they are much lighter in weight than some of my usual rod-holders, they usually smell better and they are definitely prettier.
Both have hooked fish from my boat too.
We started off at the Clubhouse, assessing the conditions and waiting for someone to go out first so we could judge the effort required to row.
There was a strong wind, but from the west, so the pool was actually in the lee of the Spit, but there was a strong flood tide current which raised some concern.
The best thing that happened at the Clubhouse was finding out that overall, I didn't do as bad as I'd thought, as several of the regulars I see every evening hadn't done much better. A few strikes and a couple of fish seemed pretty good after listening to others talk about their lack of success, and that raised my spirits a bit.
The worst thing that happened at the Clubhouse was deciding to go out, notwithstanding how hard those already out were rowing just to maintain position.
I thought I could do that, or at least give it a try, so off we went. My boat was pumped out and cleaned up for the occasion, my lines had been checked and new plugs tied on, so we were good to go.
Heading out all seemed normal and my crew looked happy and relaxed.
My Helmsman on duty on our way out.
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And my other crew-gal.
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All went well and we rounded the end of the Spit and headed southward down the Pool. Noting the strong flood current I opted to start at the north end of the Pool and see how my rowing held up. The crew was clear that if it was too much work they had no problem coming back in, so I gave the instruction to turn out as we reached Van Egan's tree, which Sharon did.
Now, I usually like surprises, but what happened next was not one of those times.
Without any discernible warning the outboard suddenly hopped across the transom then jumped up onto the rear seat of the boat, next to where Sharon was sitting. It was revving pretty good at half throttle and the prop out of the water, so I told Sharon to hit the red kill button, which she quickly did.
Whew!!
A variety of emotions became possible, but I've always been one to be cool in a crisis, so I decided to quickly get the crew ashore and safe, whereupon I would attend to the engine.
I had put one of those Trimax security bars across the toggles that you screw the boat on with, preventing easy access to them, but I had the key in my pocket so I planned to quickly remove that bar, screw the engine back on and carry on.
Alas, I couldn't get the key in so that was the end of that plan.
I got the engine back in place and decided to slowly motor back to my mooring spot while the crew walked across the Spit to meet me at the dock.
For those who passed me heading in rather slowly, with my head down and one hand on the top of the engine, now you know why.
My head was down because I was murmuring words best left unheard, plus I didn't want to attract attention to the steam coming from my ears.
I still cannot figure out exactly why the engine slid across as I'd tightened those toggles as hard as I could plus they were aligned horizontally inside the Trimax tubing so I thought there was no way they could move enough to loosen things up.
I was wrong, and still unsure of why it happened.
So, my season ended with a whimper, not a bang, and my poor crew didn't even get a plug in the water.
Maybe next year.
Here's a photo that summarizes that fiasco quite well.
My crew on the beach and me silently expressing my joy at what has just happened as I get the engine back on and start my slow progress back to the dock.
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Carrying on with some season end thoughts, I'd like to give a big THANK YOU to Bob and Judy at the Clubhouse.
Once again the grounds looked great and both of them deserve a nod for that as it doesn't happen by accident or by itself.
In addition, Bob kept his good humor even when things got hectic a few evenings with several fish arriving at once needing to be attended to, tourists asking questions and others generally milling around in the way.
Good on ya, as my Aussie friends say.
Here's Judy, enjoying the day in her front yard.
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And here's Bob, eagerly awaiting the next question someone may ask of him.
Go ahead, ask him what time the Tyee bite. LOL
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Well done to the two of them, and I'm sure I speak for a lot of people who appreciate their efforts.
Finally, as we traditionally have the Selfie in the boat of crew and Captain on the last day, we decided to keep it alive by faking it on the dock.
Here we are.
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Kudos to my crew for being so understanding and fun to hang with, notwithstanding how long-suffering they have been.
Thanks to the readers of my annual self-indulgence too.
I appreciate every one of you and your comments.
We'll get 'em next year.
Take care.