"Tom's House of Adventures" was always interesting, since his sales approach was quite the antithesis of how I was trained.
The nut on my ball worked loose and fell off somewhere between Marquette and Cleveland discovered when I pulled-off the expressway to check my final directions. We found a hardware store that was open that sold them with a retention pin. Sometimes I think about what might have happened if I had driven down with no trailer and picked-up the TDB-17' he had on site... When I bought my current TDB-17' I got pulled over by the State police on the way back north outside of Lansing. He gave me a warning for a flickerying lailight, but mainly wanted to check the boat out up close... I hit a heavy snow band just before the Bridge north of Gaylord adding weight to the boat for the crossing into a stiffe northwest wind...not a big fan of towing stuff across the Bridge in a blow.
Bob, after twenty-five years of interacting with physicians, I have evolved into a very firm adherent of a classless society, particularly as it applies to hunting ducks. As a kid we hunted a section of the Kalamazoo River marsh immediately across from the Pottawatomie Gun Club's 1,500 acre marsh holding. We formed our own group led by Jeff and Kim Buscher, grandchildren of the property owner, Elise Hacklander. We exchanged chores, mainly firewood cutting and splitting for permission to hunt the Indian Point marsh for ducks, as well as pheasants. We had signs printed to become th Indian Poit Rod and Gun Club, which were ignored every opening day by the PGC folks, requiring us to spend most of opening morning tossing hunters out of the marsh and back across the river. When the State of Michigan put a public access ramp in near New Richmond, just down river and across from Indian Pt. things got even more exciting with guys setting-up right on the edge of the PGC's marsh boundary.