Steve Sanford
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[font=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]As in Part 1, here is an abbreviated version of the process. The full show is at: http://stevenjaysanford.com/white-wing-2-man-scooter/
White-Wing's "sea trials" were conducted on 2 different waterbodies - over 200 miles apart.
The first step was to get her fitted to her trailer:
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She floats! Her first trials were on the Hemlock Swamp - right here at the farm. The Swamp is maybe a third-fathom deep - even on a moon tide - but she serves her purpose. Most important, I now know that she trims as I had imagined/designed/hoped....
Cap'n Nemo provides half of her designed "ballast"....
Here he is, lulling all local fowl into a false sense of security....
This pair of Mallards actually sat in the back of the Swamp until we were well into our "sea trials" (photo shoot" is a more accurate term).
We are never too old to play - the season is closed right now - and my Model 12 is unloaded - but Cap'n Nemo folded both the Drake and the Hen with two crisp shots - at least in his sweet imagination.
Here is White-Wing under tow - her first taste of salt water on Peconic Bay - between the North and South Forks of Long Island. She met all of our expectations. We did not pull her along "at speed" because I still need to make her full cockpit cover and we saw no need to get any spray in her. She tracks perfectly, without any yawing or rooting, and her foreward sections turn the seas away from her. There seems to be no need for a towing bridle - a single line from the starboard quarter worked just fine.
Here she is with Cap'n Kessler as her first occupant in the marine realm. (We still have not had two gunners in her.)
Although the chop is light, she feels like a grand piano beneath you - thanks to her 6-foot beam and flat sections.
Even saltwater gunners never grow up - note the imaginary "forward allowance" on the imaginary "belly shot". We saw bunches of Oldsquaw and - sure enough - White-winged Scoters - but the Special Sea Duck Season Zone is about a mile east of here. And, just so you know, we do trust Cap'n Kessler with more than a short paddle when we are actually gunning.
We had a glorious morning for these trials. A warm, crisp southwest breeze, a few clouds passing in front of the brilliant but low winter sun, and wonderful light. I could not get enough of the backlighting. This picture of Craig pulling the bow anchor was my favorite image - reminds me of Winslow Homer's "The Herring Net" (in my all-time Top Ten).
We savored a nice slow ride back to the barn (the ramp, actually).
The first hunts are planned for next month. I will have my camera along.
All the best,
SJS
White-Wing's "sea trials" were conducted on 2 different waterbodies - over 200 miles apart.
The first step was to get her fitted to her trailer:
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She floats! Her first trials were on the Hemlock Swamp - right here at the farm. The Swamp is maybe a third-fathom deep - even on a moon tide - but she serves her purpose. Most important, I now know that she trims as I had imagined/designed/hoped....
Cap'n Nemo provides half of her designed "ballast"....
Here he is, lulling all local fowl into a false sense of security....
This pair of Mallards actually sat in the back of the Swamp until we were well into our "sea trials" (photo shoot" is a more accurate term).
We are never too old to play - the season is closed right now - and my Model 12 is unloaded - but Cap'n Nemo folded both the Drake and the Hen with two crisp shots - at least in his sweet imagination.
Here is White-Wing under tow - her first taste of salt water on Peconic Bay - between the North and South Forks of Long Island. She met all of our expectations. We did not pull her along "at speed" because I still need to make her full cockpit cover and we saw no need to get any spray in her. She tracks perfectly, without any yawing or rooting, and her foreward sections turn the seas away from her. There seems to be no need for a towing bridle - a single line from the starboard quarter worked just fine.
Here she is with Cap'n Kessler as her first occupant in the marine realm. (We still have not had two gunners in her.)
Although the chop is light, she feels like a grand piano beneath you - thanks to her 6-foot beam and flat sections.
Even saltwater gunners never grow up - note the imaginary "forward allowance" on the imaginary "belly shot". We saw bunches of Oldsquaw and - sure enough - White-winged Scoters - but the Special Sea Duck Season Zone is about a mile east of here. And, just so you know, we do trust Cap'n Kessler with more than a short paddle when we are actually gunning.
We had a glorious morning for these trials. A warm, crisp southwest breeze, a few clouds passing in front of the brilliant but low winter sun, and wonderful light. I could not get enough of the backlighting. This picture of Craig pulling the bow anchor was my favorite image - reminds me of Winslow Homer's "The Herring Net" (in my all-time Top Ten).
We savored a nice slow ride back to the barn (the ramp, actually).
The first hunts are planned for next month. I will have my camera along.
All the best,
SJS