Tales From The Tyee Pool......2024
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Dave H
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FIRST TYEE!!!
I was too early in my last evening mini-report as the now retired Greg Askey turned up at the clubhouse just before dark last night with this beauty.
It's been some time since a Tyee was registered in July, so this is special, plus, he rowed it solo, no small feat in itself.
Hat's off and a huge WELL DONE from here.
It bit a plug.
It's time.
Take care.
I was too early in my last evening mini-report as the now retired Greg Askey turned up at the clubhouse just before dark last night with this beauty.
It's been some time since a Tyee was registered in July, so this is special, plus, he rowed it solo, no small feat in itself.
Hat's off and a huge WELL DONE from here.
It bit a plug.
It's time.
Take care.
Pineapple Express
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Whoa...43.5lbs! That's awesome! Thanks for the updates as always...this is one of my favourite annual threads.
casper5280
Crew Member
That's a hell of a first fish to start the season. Great solo catch to boot. Congratulations to Greg. Hopefully more good size fish return this season.
Dave H
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A Tale Of Two Launchings:
Two days ago, on Sunday, the Phish-N-Boat, owned by Owen and Laura and named after their dog, finally hit the water.
It was a pretty straightforward event and went smoothly enough with no pinched fingers, skinned knees or anyone getting in over their depth.
I should have organized a more formal setting up of photos, but I didn't, so this is all I managed.
Once launched it was agreed the event wouldn't be complete until Phish the dog formally got into the boat, so Owen did his duty.
I should have posed them for a pic, but didn't. Anyway, the boat has now entered into this annual madness called Tyee fishing so keep an eye out for the newbies in the pool, and wish them luck.
I had hopes that the launch of my boat would go as easily as the launch of Owen's boat did, but alas.
Let me set the scene here first.
After flipping the boat into the upright position and assessing how much sanding would be required before adding a couple of coats of marine varnish, I decided to hire a pro to help with the pre-launch preparations required.
This proved a wise move, so between having it well sanded and then dodging weather events for a few days while dealing with a wonky and somewhat painful back for nearly a week, the deeds were done, and the boat was ready to launch.
Unfortunately, a previous undetected problem reared its ugly head on the original day chosen for the launch, so a plan B was designed, which turned into Plan C and then the idea to video the whole launching and setting up in my new mooring spot was ventured, which evolved into waiting until Sharon Korol, my partner in the new spot got back from Saskatchewan, so she could be included in the launching etc.
So last night, Monday, was designated the actual day, and the plan was for Sharon to come to my place then accompany me in my truck as I towed the boat to the launch. The video crew would be set-up there to record our arrival and the actual backing of the boat into the water and all that.
All went as planned although only one of the video crew was present and it looked like he was set up near the airline office and ready to go.
I got roughly lined up with the ramp and then, for some reason, my aging brain farted, and I started a series of maneuvers that still bring the red-faced state of shame I managed to attain before finally man-handling the boat off the trailer with much physical effort to the forefront of my memory.
The whole time I was back and forthing and trying to get the boat in water deep enough to float it I was internally cursing and hoping none of this was being recorded.
As it turned out, Jevan, the cameraman, missed the whole thing, which elicited a huge sigh of relief from me.
I've never been great at backing up a trailer and I displayed that extremely well last night.
With the boat now floating and the lighting conditions favorable, Jevan thought he could get a nice shot of me rowing out a bit and then starting the motor to move to the Tyee dock, so that's what I attempted to do.
All went well until it was time to start the engine, usually a simple enough task, and knowing it had started on the second pull the year before after being stored for 10 months, what could go wrong?
I'll tell all later.
Take care.
Two days ago, on Sunday, the Phish-N-Boat, owned by Owen and Laura and named after their dog, finally hit the water.
It was a pretty straightforward event and went smoothly enough with no pinched fingers, skinned knees or anyone getting in over their depth.
I should have organized a more formal setting up of photos, but I didn't, so this is all I managed.
Once launched it was agreed the event wouldn't be complete until Phish the dog formally got into the boat, so Owen did his duty.
I should have posed them for a pic, but didn't. Anyway, the boat has now entered into this annual madness called Tyee fishing so keep an eye out for the newbies in the pool, and wish them luck.
I had hopes that the launch of my boat would go as easily as the launch of Owen's boat did, but alas.
Let me set the scene here first.
After flipping the boat into the upright position and assessing how much sanding would be required before adding a couple of coats of marine varnish, I decided to hire a pro to help with the pre-launch preparations required.
This proved a wise move, so between having it well sanded and then dodging weather events for a few days while dealing with a wonky and somewhat painful back for nearly a week, the deeds were done, and the boat was ready to launch.
Unfortunately, a previous undetected problem reared its ugly head on the original day chosen for the launch, so a plan B was designed, which turned into Plan C and then the idea to video the whole launching and setting up in my new mooring spot was ventured, which evolved into waiting until Sharon Korol, my partner in the new spot got back from Saskatchewan, so she could be included in the launching etc.
So last night, Monday, was designated the actual day, and the plan was for Sharon to come to my place then accompany me in my truck as I towed the boat to the launch. The video crew would be set-up there to record our arrival and the actual backing of the boat into the water and all that.
All went as planned although only one of the video crew was present and it looked like he was set up near the airline office and ready to go.
I got roughly lined up with the ramp and then, for some reason, my aging brain farted, and I started a series of maneuvers that still bring the red-faced state of shame I managed to attain before finally man-handling the boat off the trailer with much physical effort to the forefront of my memory.
The whole time I was back and forthing and trying to get the boat in water deep enough to float it I was internally cursing and hoping none of this was being recorded.
As it turned out, Jevan, the cameraman, missed the whole thing, which elicited a huge sigh of relief from me.
I've never been great at backing up a trailer and I displayed that extremely well last night.
With the boat now floating and the lighting conditions favorable, Jevan thought he could get a nice shot of me rowing out a bit and then starting the motor to move to the Tyee dock, so that's what I attempted to do.
All went well until it was time to start the engine, usually a simple enough task, and knowing it had started on the second pull the year before after being stored for 10 months, what could go wrong?
I'll tell all later.
Take care.
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Stosh
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O-Fishally Skunked
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Getting my tyee boat and rods set up and should be in the pool in two weeks, as for weights does everyone use the classic peetz weights that clip onto the line or are people using some sliding mooching style weight system?
Dave H
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I suspect most use the sliding/clip-on type weights but a few use either the round weight pegged in place system (mooching) or another system that apparently isn't made or available anymore and is such a dim memory now I can't even describe it. I know I couldn't find it when I looked, several years ago now.
Four ounces for plugs and two for spoons is pretty standard.
See you out there.
Take care.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
When I left you a couple of days ago, I was about to share what happened after I managed to zig and zag enough times that we finally got the boat floating free off the trailer, so here I am.
Jevan claimed the light was great and I should row out a bit then motor to the Tyee dock, and he'd meet me there after videoing my departure.
So, looking as majestic as always, I rowed out 50 feet or so, spun the boat around in a masterful display of oarsmanship, then shipped the oars, jumped over the bulkhead to get to the engine, (no crushed testicles this time) and squared off with the engine.
I was very confident, as it had started on the second pull the year before after 10 months of storage, so I did all the usual pre-pull things, made sure it was out of gear, gave the throttle a couple of twists to get gas going, lined up the start icon on the throttle mark, pulled the choke out then grasped the handle on the pull rope, tightened up until I felt resistance and gave it a good sharp pull.
It didn't even try to start.
I pulled again, fully expecting the second pull to be the magic one, but nothing, not even a sputter.
And so it went, I pulled and nothing happened, and then again and again and again.
And then the first whiff of gasoline reached my nostrils and I knew it was flooded, badly flooded.
I waved off Jevan, tilted the engine up, jumped over the bulkhead and manned the oars, all while dealing with the inner turmoil that was now plaguing me, given the disgusting display of backing up a boat trailer in the most inept way ever just minutes before, plus having failed to start my outboard engine after far too many pulls.
I arrived at the Tyee dock in short order where Sharon and I managed to tie the boat up and get a bumper installed without either of us falling in, which was an improvement on earlier efforts with my old pal Peter in years past.
Sharon asked if we could go out for a bit but the engine still wouldn't start and it was actually leaking a bit of gas when in the upright position, so we tilted it up to stop the drips of gas into the water and decided to forgo going out that night.
By this time I was hot, tired, a bit peeved at myself and not in the mood to wait around for the time it would take to overcome the flooding problem, so I wandered off home.
The next morning, Tuesday, I had a coffee and then rode my bike down to the boat, intending to get it started, whatever it took, new plugs, new filter etc. etc. etc. whatever.
I squared off with the engine, went through the exact same procedure outlined above, pulled up until I felt resistance and then gave it a good sharp pull.
I swear it started before I had finished the pull.
On the fishing front, nothing much to report, although I heard there was a 29 lb. seven ounce weighed in a couple of days ago by a guy from Victoria.
I would still be curled up in the foetal position and crying were that my fish.
Doesn't appear as if any numbers have arrived as yet with nothing showing and nobody hooking up.
In case some may have missed it, a local artist volunteered to paint the utility shed at the clubhouse plus he got the paint donated.
Here is the result so many thanks to Robert Aydon for his generosity and skills.
And for those who are not locals, here is a link to the camera at the Tyee clubhouse.
Take care.
Jevan claimed the light was great and I should row out a bit then motor to the Tyee dock, and he'd meet me there after videoing my departure.
So, looking as majestic as always, I rowed out 50 feet or so, spun the boat around in a masterful display of oarsmanship, then shipped the oars, jumped over the bulkhead to get to the engine, (no crushed testicles this time) and squared off with the engine.
I was very confident, as it had started on the second pull the year before after 10 months of storage, so I did all the usual pre-pull things, made sure it was out of gear, gave the throttle a couple of twists to get gas going, lined up the start icon on the throttle mark, pulled the choke out then grasped the handle on the pull rope, tightened up until I felt resistance and gave it a good sharp pull.
It didn't even try to start.
I pulled again, fully expecting the second pull to be the magic one, but nothing, not even a sputter.
And so it went, I pulled and nothing happened, and then again and again and again.
And then the first whiff of gasoline reached my nostrils and I knew it was flooded, badly flooded.
I waved off Jevan, tilted the engine up, jumped over the bulkhead and manned the oars, all while dealing with the inner turmoil that was now plaguing me, given the disgusting display of backing up a boat trailer in the most inept way ever just minutes before, plus having failed to start my outboard engine after far too many pulls.
I arrived at the Tyee dock in short order where Sharon and I managed to tie the boat up and get a bumper installed without either of us falling in, which was an improvement on earlier efforts with my old pal Peter in years past.
Sharon asked if we could go out for a bit but the engine still wouldn't start and it was actually leaking a bit of gas when in the upright position, so we tilted it up to stop the drips of gas into the water and decided to forgo going out that night.
By this time I was hot, tired, a bit peeved at myself and not in the mood to wait around for the time it would take to overcome the flooding problem, so I wandered off home.
The next morning, Tuesday, I had a coffee and then rode my bike down to the boat, intending to get it started, whatever it took, new plugs, new filter etc. etc. etc. whatever.
I squared off with the engine, went through the exact same procedure outlined above, pulled up until I felt resistance and then gave it a good sharp pull.
I swear it started before I had finished the pull.
On the fishing front, nothing much to report, although I heard there was a 29 lb. seven ounce weighed in a couple of days ago by a guy from Victoria.
I would still be curled up in the foetal position and crying were that my fish.
Doesn't appear as if any numbers have arrived as yet with nothing showing and nobody hooking up.
In case some may have missed it, a local artist volunteered to paint the utility shed at the clubhouse plus he got the paint donated.
Here is the result so many thanks to Robert Aydon for his generosity and skills.
And for those who are not locals, here is a link to the camera at the Tyee clubhouse.
Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Tyee Club camera
Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Camera located at Tyee Spit Campbell River Big thanks to Bob Main for supplying the camera
www.cameraftp.com
Take care.
Stosh
Well-Known Member
DaveWhen I left you a couple of days ago, I was about to share what happened after I managed to zig and zag enough times that we finally got the boat floating free off the trailer, so here I am.
Jevan claimed the light was great and I should row out a bit then motor to the Tyee dock, and he'd meet me there after videoing my departure.
So, looking as majestic as always, I rowed out 50 feet or so, spun the boat around in a masterful display of oarsmanship, then shipped the oars, jumped over the bulkhead to get to the engine, (no crushed testicles this time) and squared off with the engine.
I was very confident, as it had started on the second pull the year before after 10 months of storage, so I did all the usual pre-pull things, made sure it was out of gear, gave the throttle a couple of twists to get gas going, lined up the start icon on the throttle mark, pulled the choke out then grasped the handle on the pull rope, tightened up until I felt resistance and gave it a good sharp pull.
It didn't even try to start.
I pulled again, fully expecting the second pull to be the magic one, but nothing, not even a sputter.
And so it went, I pulled and nothing happened, and then again and again and again.
And then the first whiff of gasoline reached my nostrils and I knew it was flooded, badly flooded.
I waved off Jevan, tilted the engine up, jumped over the bulkhead and manned the oars, all while dealing with the inner turmoil that was now plaguing me, given the disgusting display of backing up a boat trailer in the most inept way ever just minutes before, plus having failed to start my outboard engine after far too many pulls.
I arrived at the Tyee dock in short order where Sharon and I managed to tie the boat up and get a bumper installed without either of us falling in, which was an improvement on earlier efforts with my old pal Peter in years past.
Sharon asked if we could go out for a bit but the engine still wouldn't start and it was actually leaking a bit of gas when in the upright position, so we tilted it up to stop the drips of gas into the water and decided to forgo going out that night.
By this time I was hot, tired, a bit peeved at myself and not in the mood to wait around for the time it would take to overcome the flooding problem, so I wandered off home.
The next morning, Tuesday, I had a coffee and then rode my bike down to the boat, intending to get it started, whatever it took, new plugs, new filter etc. etc. etc. whatever.
I squared off with the engine, went through the exact same procedure outlined above, pulled up until I felt resistance and then gave it a good sharp pull.
I swear it started before I had finished the pull.
On the fishing front, nothing much to report, although I heard there was a 29 lb. seven ounce weighed in a couple of days ago by a guy from Victoria.
I would still be curled up in the foetal position and crying were that my fish.
Doesn't appear as if any numbers have arrived as yet with nothing showing and nobody hooking up.
In case some may have missed it, a local artist volunteered to paint the utility shed at the clubhouse plus he got the paint donated.
Here is the result so many thanks to Robert Aydon for his generosity and skills.
View attachment 109188
And for those who are not locals, here is a link to the camera at the Tyee clubhouse.
Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Tyee Club camera
Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Camera located at Tyee Spit Campbell River Big thanks to Bob Main for supplying the camerawww.cameraftp.com
Take care.
Sorry to hear about the starting issues. But, that’s what happens when you buy a female engine. Everyone has a boss, and she is yours.
Treat her right and everything will go well.
Thanks for the great story.
Good luck out there
Stosh
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Sliver09
Active Member
Mister XL!
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Apologies for lack of content recently but I've been under the weather the past couple of days plus there has been nothing of note caught in the pool.
Hopefully get past this soon and be back out there.
Somebody has to catch a Tyee, sooner or later.
Take care.
A little comment on the just over Olympics.
Hopefully get past this soon and be back out there.
Somebody has to catch a Tyee, sooner or later.
Take care.
A little comment on the just over Olympics.
Stizzla
Crew Member
Hahaha true statement.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Watching the camera at the Tyee clubhouse last night, barely an hour after making my last post, I noted a boat arriving at the beach, a crowd gathering near the scale, and Bob the Weighmaster taking charge.
A couple of minutes later and a woman rang the bell, signifying a Tyee had been registered.
As it turned out, the woman was Kalyn Pearson and her Tyee just missed being 38 lbs. as it weighed 37 lbs. and 15 ounces.
Rowed by her hubby, Paul, the fish took a plug.
Congratulations to the happy duo on their really nice fish.
Well done and well deserved.
It's time.
Take care.
A couple of minutes later and a woman rang the bell, signifying a Tyee had been registered.
As it turned out, the woman was Kalyn Pearson and her Tyee just missed being 38 lbs. as it weighed 37 lbs. and 15 ounces.
Rowed by her hubby, Paul, the fish took a plug.
Congratulations to the happy duo on their really nice fish.
Well done and well deserved.
It's time.
Take care.
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