SoulWinner
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Last summer I decided that I wanted a boat. I had never owned one, but I did have a jet ski once; and that was a real disaster (read "jet skis, why I can't have one". Anyhoo, I searched around and found a nice little bow rider for not much money and bought it. Let me state here that I bought the boat even though my wife had that "this is not such a great idea" look on her face. I figured she was still just a little traumatized by the jet ski, so onward I blundered. It was a 14 foot Winner with an 85 Hp Johnson V-4. I got it registered and off we went for our maiden voyage. Things went fine for about an hour as we tooled around Black Water River, looking at places where we had fished from the bank. I spent a lot of time on the river with my Dad when I was a kid, so I was showing my wife all the places I had been, and of course I was an expert on the river Well, we went up one little side river that got shallow, and since I wasn't paying attention, I buried the lower unit of the motor in the sloppiest muck I ever encountered. In the process of trying to get boat out of the mud under it's own power (that's what I do in my 4X4, right?) I destroyed the water pump. Hey, I didn't even know boat motors had water pumps . We got unstuck and made it back out to the main river when the motor died. I pulled the cowl and was hit by an increadible blast of heat. All the paint had burned off the back side of the motor. This was just great, the jet ski tried to drown us, now my stupidity left us up the river, literally without a paddle. I improvised some paddles out of some wood I found and we paddled back to the ramp. <br /><br />The engine was ruined. My very gracious and sweet hearted wife helped me tear the motor down and rebuild it. When the motor was rebuilt we took the boat out for a second time. The motor ran fine and we had a nice little run up and down the river until we got back to the ramp. This time a bunch of drunks started screwing with us and I thought I was going to get the hell beat out of me, and didn't (and still don't)know why. Well, I pulled the boat straight from the ramp to a friends house and asked if he wanted it. He accepted my gracious gift and I haven't been out since. My wife said that our next boat will be new, with warrantees on everything, a depth finder, and we will never launch from Bagdad (where the drunks were) again. I'll tell ya, boating sure is fun