I wish I had the years straight but I'd say it was around 2000 I was driving aimlessly around a well-to-do neighborhood on Long Islands South Shore and my eye caught the tell tale contour of a duck boat; three of them. I knocked on the door to discuss them and a very forward and pleasant woman answered the door while on the house phone (one with a LONG spiral cord) and never stopped talking while waving me into the house with one of those like circular waving gestures "come on in!" I awkwardly entered the home and stood still waiting, not knowing why she'd invite a stranger into the house like that. She finished her conversation and hung up and then addressed me, thinking that I must be one of her son's friends being about the same age. I explained that I was not, but that I was interested in the duck boats. She didn't seem to care at all that I was now in her kitchen and pleasantly wrote down her husbands number and name and I thanked her and left.
I arranged to meet and ended up with two of the three boats, one of them was a flat bottom, square stern, pointed bow "two man" that we repaired and brought that boat to use on West Island, a small Island in the GSB just North of Kismet, Fire Island; the other is the one that is with Steve. I did some light repairs and immediately put the boat into service. We hunted the boat regularly, it became my preferred vessel. I'd pole it a 1/2 mile at times and rig out for brant and bufflehead, or trailer it to other areas for Bills.
There was a pencil dock near my house where I kept it. One day there was a classic Long Island Fall storm that drove rolling surf down the canal, filled it with water and it sunk in 3' of water. The wind drove it under the floating dock, the tide went out and the dock crushed it. I was able to get it out on the next high tide, I flipped it to dry and that's where it sat until the Boat Whisperer was able to bring it to Pencil Brook Rehabilitation Center.
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I arranged to meet and ended up with two of the three boats, one of them was a flat bottom, square stern, pointed bow "two man" that we repaired and brought that boat to use on West Island, a small Island in the GSB just North of Kismet, Fire Island; the other is the one that is with Steve. I did some light repairs and immediately put the boat into service. We hunted the boat regularly, it became my preferred vessel. I'd pole it a 1/2 mile at times and rig out for brant and bufflehead, or trailer it to other areas for Bills.
There was a pencil dock near my house where I kept it. One day there was a classic Long Island Fall storm that drove rolling surf down the canal, filled it with water and it sunk in 3' of water. The wind drove it under the floating dock, the tide went out and the dock crushed it. I was able to get it out on the next high tide, I flipped it to dry and that's where it sat until the Boat Whisperer was able to bring it to Pencil Brook Rehabilitation Center.
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