Shawn Linn
Active member
Friday I hunted at Corsons Inlet with an untested outboard repair, Breaking ice and wrestling long lines out of ice flows, without a single problem with the motor. I was hunting with a friend in the boat, but no other boats in the area. If I were to break down there was no one around to bail me out.
Saturday my friend in two other boats came down to hunt and we made a plan to go to a couple of locations in the same area and enjoy our final day of the season. After I set out my long line of buffies I put the boat into reverse and the most awful song you want to hear happened in my lower unit. No reverse no forward, dead in the water with an outgoing tide. Nothing to do but toss an anchor and call for help. Luckily I had two good friends in the marsh and one boat came to my aid and towed me to the bank, finished setting out the decoys and we had a great morning shoot. The as the tide returned they picked up my decoys, towed me back to the spot my other friend was hunting, and set me on the bank again so we could continue to hunt. As the wind died down we decided this was the time to get the boat back to the ramp so they once again picked up the decoys and towed my boat back to the ramp.
In the end I call this damn good luck, The motor held for Friday and died when I was surrounded by good friends who not only got me out of the marsh, but made sure that we still had a successful hunt in the company of friend.
Thanks to my friends.
Saturday my friend in two other boats came down to hunt and we made a plan to go to a couple of locations in the same area and enjoy our final day of the season. After I set out my long line of buffies I put the boat into reverse and the most awful song you want to hear happened in my lower unit. No reverse no forward, dead in the water with an outgoing tide. Nothing to do but toss an anchor and call for help. Luckily I had two good friends in the marsh and one boat came to my aid and towed me to the bank, finished setting out the decoys and we had a great morning shoot. The as the tide returned they picked up my decoys, towed me back to the spot my other friend was hunting, and set me on the bank again so we could continue to hunt. As the wind died down we decided this was the time to get the boat back to the ramp so they once again picked up the decoys and towed my boat back to the ramp.
In the end I call this damn good luck, The motor held for Friday and died when I was surrounded by good friends who not only got me out of the marsh, but made sure that we still had a successful hunt in the company of friend.
Thanks to my friends.