My family has been boating for generations. So when I was about 18, I got my first boat.It was an old evinrude boat with a inboard outboard. It was basically given to me. IBefore taking possession, I wanted to make sure it ran. So I put a couple hours into the motr and wiring and started it on the trailer. Checked forward and reverse. everthing worked. I bring the boat home on the trailer, clean it up, register it and take it to the ramp. Back the boat into the water. Check and make sure there are no leaks. Crank the motor, AND IT WON'T START. Mess around for a while at the ramp and take it home. Hook up the hose, hit the key and it starts up, no problem. Disconnect the hose, pull it back to the ramp, back it in the water. Crank and crank and IT WON'T START. Mess with it again, take it home, hook up the hose and it starts with no problem. Now that was annoying enough. When I brought it home the first time, my father asked what happened, I told him. He stood there while I started it and then drove off. The second time I came back, he asked again, Told him it wouldn't start again. Bang zoom , starts right up. He says that I must be doing something wrong at the ramp. Now I'm a bit tense, because this is all happening on one day and the day is passing. I shut the motor off, disconnect the hose and we both get in the truck and go to the ramp. Now it's around noon and there are people there. a couple of whom had been there trying to give me help earlier. I back the boat in the water, hit the key Crank, crank, crank, and IT WON'T START. Now I'm really mad. I look at my father and he has a grin on his face, I grab the key and twist it really hard. CRANK, CRANK, CRANK. Not even a sputter. I let go of the key and looked at him, He says very loud, HA YOU BOUGHT A BOAT THAT'S AFRAID OF THE WATER. That's followed by a burst of laughter from the crowd. I relieved myself of some necessary curse words as I try to kick some sense into this boat. When I stop, because I hurt my foot, my father said, I don't think that fixed it. We both started laughing at that point. As we drove home, we discussed about what to do with this boat. A flower pot? Mom wouldn't like that. Anyway, We got home and it starts right up, he laughs, I yell at him to go inside. I disconnect the boat and go out for the day. Sunday morning, my father and I found the problem. The carburetor was full of garbage. Backing down the ramp, same guys sitting around and laughing as I pull in. Boat ran like a champ. As we drove home my fahter asked if my foot still hurt, I said yes, He said, That didn't fix the problem, did it? 