aztec
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chatting to ToMo the other day still trying to work out where it all went wrong, he suggested that i post the storey for all to see the true meaning of incompetant....enjoy!
working at home with my mate, nice day so decided to move my boat from my mates mooring to the proper one. launched the tender (with the newly shortened outboard) and made our way to the boat. once on board all neccessary check carried out (missing altanator on starboard engine..tight control cables on port side) engines running sweetly. removed mooring lines shackles etc, and we're off me on board the monarch and my mate al in the "pea green" tender.
problem 1) been to see the mooring befor, but looked at the wrong one...so after turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, noticed a rather anxious looking "posh" yacht owner....Hmmm could this possibly be the wrong mooring? oh yes! so turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, we headed further downstream towards poole harbour.
mooring located!! now all we need to do is to turn the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, (getting bored yet?...read on!) well you know the lines they put between bouys, usually with some form of floats on them?....found one, actually my starboard propeller found it, and let me know by stalling the engine. trying to control the boat on one engine (the stiff one) led me to think that i'll jump overboard and never be seen again...and it'll all be over!
bow mooring line finally attached time to free the prop, found out that if the trim worked it would make the job easier, alas no. i'm cold and wet now after being in the river but the line is clear of the prop and it all works again...hooray!.......not so fast stevie boy. we need to adjust the bow line 'cos we're a bit close to the boat aft of us(and it's made of metal).
into the tender to check the shackle on the bouy... "don't cast off until the engines running Alan"..oh you have!. engine flooded, i'm off for a trip to Poole!
got it running i can still hear the laughing coming from round the bend in the river, so get back to boat and show Alan how to tie a tender to a stern cleat. we decide at this point that the davits are to close for comfort and start to remove them, i ask Alan to pass me the pliers to remove one of the clevis pins. he says "which pliers?" i say (in a very sacastic way) " we've only got one pair...the ones with the orange handles...DER!" at which point Alan retorts "you had them last in the tender"......silence is deafening..... "WHERE'S THE F******G TENDER!!!"
now i'm losing my (wierd by anyones standard) sense of humour, so we have to slip mooring line ..painstakingly adjusted over the last hour, then turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, go after the tender which is off on its own for a trip round Poole harbour!
only problem now is that the starboard battery is too flat to restart the engine, which leaves us with only the one with stiff controls...by the way i'm not cold any more i'm sweating profusely trying to control the boat with the heavy steering and stiff gear/throttle control, and not making a good job of it!
got tender, back to mooring, get phone call from granny (who's looking afer kids thank god!) "are you coming home soon i need to go shopping" well we've got about another half an hour to get back to wareham, load the tender back on the trailer, then get home... make it? no!
in all the 1/2 to 3/4 hour job took us three and a half hours! why? ' cos i'm bloody stupid to buy a bleedin' boat!
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working at home with my mate, nice day so decided to move my boat from my mates mooring to the proper one. launched the tender (with the newly shortened outboard) and made our way to the boat. once on board all neccessary check carried out (missing altanator on starboard engine..tight control cables on port side) engines running sweetly. removed mooring lines shackles etc, and we're off me on board the monarch and my mate al in the "pea green" tender.
problem 1) been to see the mooring befor, but looked at the wrong one...so after turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, noticed a rather anxious looking "posh" yacht owner....Hmmm could this possibly be the wrong mooring? oh yes! so turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, we headed further downstream towards poole harbour.
mooring located!! now all we need to do is to turn the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, (getting bored yet?...read on!) well you know the lines they put between bouys, usually with some form of floats on them?....found one, actually my starboard propeller found it, and let me know by stalling the engine. trying to control the boat on one engine (the stiff one) led me to think that i'll jump overboard and never be seen again...and it'll all be over!
bow mooring line finally attached time to free the prop, found out that if the trim worked it would make the job easier, alas no. i'm cold and wet now after being in the river but the line is clear of the prop and it all works again...hooray!.......not so fast stevie boy. we need to adjust the bow line 'cos we're a bit close to the boat aft of us(and it's made of metal).
into the tender to check the shackle on the bouy... "don't cast off until the engines running Alan"..oh you have!. engine flooded, i'm off for a trip to Poole!
got it running i can still hear the laughing coming from round the bend in the river, so get back to boat and show Alan how to tie a tender to a stern cleat. we decide at this point that the davits are to close for comfort and start to remove them, i ask Alan to pass me the pliers to remove one of the clevis pins. he says "which pliers?" i say (in a very sacastic way) " we've only got one pair...the ones with the orange handles...DER!" at which point Alan retorts "you had them last in the tender"......silence is deafening..... "WHERE'S THE F******G TENDER!!!"
now i'm losing my (wierd by anyones standard) sense of humour, so we have to slip mooring line ..painstakingly adjusted over the last hour, then turning the boat in its own length in about two inches of recceeding Frome, go after the tender which is off on its own for a trip round Poole harbour!
only problem now is that the starboard battery is too flat to restart the engine, which leaves us with only the one with stiff controls...by the way i'm not cold any more i'm sweating profusely trying to control the boat with the heavy steering and stiff gear/throttle control, and not making a good job of it!
got tender, back to mooring, get phone call from granny (who's looking afer kids thank god!) "are you coming home soon i need to go shopping" well we've got about another half an hour to get back to wareham, load the tender back on the trailer, then get home... make it? no!
in all the 1/2 to 3/4 hour job took us three and a half hours! why? ' cos i'm bloody stupid to buy a bleedin' boat!
interested in stuff that needs mendin'
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/s.amos/index.html
