Showing posts with label Honda 4 Stroke 30 HP Outboard Motor. Show all posts
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Monday, July 15, 2013
Tom, Gilbert and Bill aboat in Coal Harbour
Saturday, July 13, 2013
English Bay Boating
The AB12 Profile Inflatable with the Honda 30 hp 4 stroke outboard engine called to me today. With Gilbert in his life jacket we set out for a day on the water. It's a delightful boat to take for a drive but to get speed it has to be up on the plane. At full open throttle it hangs for a second feeling like it may flip back over before it takes off like a bronchi out of the cage at the rodeo. The water was churned up a bit in Coal harbour so it was bouncing like a bronchi.
Once I got under First Narrows I headed out to Spanish Banks. There were a lot of boats out with the weather so fine. The beaches were packed with bodies soaking up the sun too. I full throttle planed out to Wreck Beach. It's a nudist beach but today almost as many people were wearing suits. I anchored off the beach and before jumping in for a skinny dip had to really look to make sure I was at Wreck Beach and there were other nudists out there. Gilbert in his life jacket stayed on board barking for me to return at first. I was happy to swim ashore. Something almost tropical and Robinson Crusoe about swimming naked and walking out onto the beach starkers. No one took any notice. I've arrived at the invisible age. I didn't stand around too long either before retiring to the water to swim back. Typical of nude beaches there was a wide variety of body types. It had been 20 years since I was last here I think. Then everyone had been nude, The atmosphere of the 60's was still present. Gilbert was delighted when I climbed back into the boat insisting on licking my face before I was halfway in
A party boat with bikinied girls and young guys arrived and anchored.. They had that disco dance music, the girls dancing. I pulled on my shorts. I'd brought a thermos and really enjoyed coffee on the water. Gilbert was happy with bottled water.
The wind and waves were with me as I scooted back to False Creek. I stopped at the dog beach under the bridge. Gilbert had a riot running about in his yellow life jacket sniffing butts and genitals. I had to pick him up by the life jacket strap and return him to the boat or he'd have stayed to play all day.
I'd told Tom I wanted the speed boat so I could go to the Granville Island market. And that's just what I did. Sherrie and I used to dinghy over before we left for Mexico, when I had the commercial license on the GIRI and we stayed at the Fisherman's Docks. Now here I was again, albeit with a bigger dinghy and motor. Before heading out to Hawaii I'd moored the SV GIRI here to provision with Laura's help. Gilbert and I walked about Granville Island a bit. I bought another life jacket, several of my old ones having been trashed for safety sake. It really was fun to go into the market and get fresh fruit, salmon fillets and some beef for barbecue. I liked bringing them back to the boat and returning home on the water.
I stopped for gas at the fuel barge. Everyone in False Creek was paddle boarding and kayaking. Lots of swimmers in the beaches of the West End. Once I got out of the channel I got out the dowrigger and threw out a line. I caught what I think was a gooey duck but not knowing how to cook it threw it back. It was just fun to fish. At First Narrows Lions Gate Bridge I stowed my fishing gear.
I soared across Coal Harbour.
Back in GIRI I really enjoyed a shower. Then fried up the salmon I caught at the Granville Island Market. I 'm warm now and thankful I remembered to cover myself in Coppertone sun screen. I was 6 hours on the water. Gilbert is crashed on the floor. What a great day in the neighbourhood.
Once I got under First Narrows I headed out to Spanish Banks. There were a lot of boats out with the weather so fine. The beaches were packed with bodies soaking up the sun too. I full throttle planed out to Wreck Beach. It's a nudist beach but today almost as many people were wearing suits. I anchored off the beach and before jumping in for a skinny dip had to really look to make sure I was at Wreck Beach and there were other nudists out there. Gilbert in his life jacket stayed on board barking for me to return at first. I was happy to swim ashore. Something almost tropical and Robinson Crusoe about swimming naked and walking out onto the beach starkers. No one took any notice. I've arrived at the invisible age. I didn't stand around too long either before retiring to the water to swim back. Typical of nude beaches there was a wide variety of body types. It had been 20 years since I was last here I think. Then everyone had been nude, The atmosphere of the 60's was still present. Gilbert was delighted when I climbed back into the boat insisting on licking my face before I was halfway in
A party boat with bikinied girls and young guys arrived and anchored.. They had that disco dance music, the girls dancing. I pulled on my shorts. I'd brought a thermos and really enjoyed coffee on the water. Gilbert was happy with bottled water.
The wind and waves were with me as I scooted back to False Creek. I stopped at the dog beach under the bridge. Gilbert had a riot running about in his yellow life jacket sniffing butts and genitals. I had to pick him up by the life jacket strap and return him to the boat or he'd have stayed to play all day.
I'd told Tom I wanted the speed boat so I could go to the Granville Island market. And that's just what I did. Sherrie and I used to dinghy over before we left for Mexico, when I had the commercial license on the GIRI and we stayed at the Fisherman's Docks. Now here I was again, albeit with a bigger dinghy and motor. Before heading out to Hawaii I'd moored the SV GIRI here to provision with Laura's help. Gilbert and I walked about Granville Island a bit. I bought another life jacket, several of my old ones having been trashed for safety sake. It really was fun to go into the market and get fresh fruit, salmon fillets and some beef for barbecue. I liked bringing them back to the boat and returning home on the water.
I stopped for gas at the fuel barge. Everyone in False Creek was paddle boarding and kayaking. Lots of swimmers in the beaches of the West End. Once I got out of the channel I got out the dowrigger and threw out a line. I caught what I think was a gooey duck but not knowing how to cook it threw it back. It was just fun to fish. At First Narrows Lions Gate Bridge I stowed my fishing gear.
I soared across Coal Harbour.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Buccaneer Bay, Thormanby Island BC
Summer had finally arrived. I had a few days free time and only a desire to get out of the city to go fishing. That meant I could either go to sea or jump in the truck pulling the new fishing boat and head out to the Okanagan. The weather report said the chance of less rain and more sunshine was greatest in the interior. I'd planned to go sailing.
The hard choices of the gifts of recovery. I made a decision, speaking with God about my cadillac problem, that if it was sunny in the morning I'd continue with the plan to go sailing. G-O-D: Good Orderly Direction. I awoke to glorious sunshine and set about filling the water tank then stowing gear. Final tide check and sure enough I'd have the tide with me heading out.
I'd not towed the new AB 12 Profile with the Honda 4 stroke 30 horse power outboard but hoped it would be alright. I cast the lines and shoved off. No difficulty leaving with the fishing boat tied to the side. Out in the channel I stopped the main boat's engine and slipped into the little boat to pull it around the back to tie its painter in the centre of the stern. Back on the main deck with Gilbert all excited that I returned, whatever goes on in that little dog brain, I put the engine at 2500 rpms my normal cruising speed. Pulling the dinghy I calculated I still got between 4 and 4.5 knots only losing .5 to a knot due to the tow. It could have been worse. I was more than satisfied.
As usual I drank coffee as I motored across Coal Harbour watching out for tankers and ferries. It was a pleasant morning to be boating and I thought of a lot of other departures and adventures that had begun with passing under bridges heading out to sea. Lion's Gate Bridge is truly a sight to behold from beneath, it's incredible engineering inspirational. Gilbert with his hair cut was a little chilly in the morning breeze, when the sun went behind the grey cloud bank, so I put his seaman sweater on.
There's not a whole lot to do motor sailing. I love my new true Raymarine Autopilot. I had checked the oil in the engine before departing, having concerns I was burning more oil than normal on my last return. Keeping an eye on the oil pressure throughout the trip I saw no concern. It would turn out I was burning about a pint of oil for every 10 hours of engine usage, much more than normal but no worry as I had a couple of gallons of oil along. Eventually I'd have to do something but there was nothing to be anxious about. I'd checked the motor for leakage before leaving and found none.
The onerous task of watching out for logs and reading the latest Robert Ludlom Thriller fell to me while the first mate chewed on a new doggy toy. I passed Pt Atkinson, crossed Howe Sound, Rounded Bowen, noted Gibsons then a long while later saw the White Islet and the Trail Islands. Then it was the Merry Island lighthouse station, a picturesque place indeed. Welcome Passage was half filled by a tug boat slowly towing a forest of logs. I slipped to the side of it then checked in on the busy land side all weather anchorage Smuggler Cove before heading to the almost empty Bucaneer Bay. It was open to the northern wind but only 5 to 15 knots were forecast. I'd anchored in gales with sand bottoms in Sea of Cortez. We're terribly spoiled with excellent anchorages in the Strait of Georgia. South of Wolf Point I put out some more chain than usual in 50 foot of depth with sand bottom and settled in the for evening.
I took the fishing rod out and headed out with Gilbert, first to check out the beach, then to do a little mooching. I caught a rock cod first off. Pan fried in butter it was delicious. After dinner I read and had a great sleep at anchor.
In the morning I woke in paradise. The sun had come out full with increased ampage and a smile and grin to boot. I fixed myself coffee and an omelette. Gilbert loved his run on the beach. Trolling with the down rigger later I'd catch another rock cod, this one I thought too small to keep but later found in the regs that there really wasn't a minimum on rock cod. I threw back a lingcod too which I really believe would barely have met the minimum length. I really was fishing for salmon too and didn't know then I'd not catch any more fish though I'd be out for another few hours right where everyone else had caught salmon in the morning.
I drove the boat into Secret Cove and saw fisherman cleaning their morning catch. I bought Gingerale at the Secret Cove marina and an anchor and some chain for the dinghy at the Buccaneer Marina. This was an all weather anchorage and I thought about coming here if the weather report wasn't favourable. As it turned out when I got back to Buccaneer Bay the southern wind forecast had brought with it a half dozen other sailboats and motorboats that anchored the night. I filled a thermos of coffee and Gilbert and I drove out to the point where I'd learned everyone was catching salmon. Not in the afternoon. I did catch little sun burn, had a wonderful time and returned to the big boat when Gilbert looked hot even with his crew cut hair.
Planing on the new boat was fun. It goes like stink and I just soar but it does take a bit to get up on plane, plowing along with me thinking it's going to flip full over any minute. Then it crests and I'm cannon shot across the ocean bouncing I was riding at a canter. Gilbert's not so impressed but it sure makes for a quick transit. The boat trolls at slow speeds too. Nothing beats a Honda 4 stroke and 30 hp is more than enough engine for fast and handles slow just fine, surprisingly.
I jumped overboard when I got back. The kids nearby were in the ocean and even some dogs. Not Gilbert. He barked. I swam. Refreshing. I loved showering off the sea water too when Igot back in the boat. Luxury. I watched an episode of Torchwood British Sci Fi having finished the NetFlix tv season of Glades. Another great sleep at anchor.
In the morning I took Gilbert ashore and then rather than hang out another day decided I'd head back. Nothing to that. Just tie the boat to the back of the boat, weigh anchor and go.
Off Mission Point I decided to spread Angel, my cat's ashes. I said a prayer and thanked God for her years of loyal company and seafaring. Laura texted me that day asking that if I did decide to spread Angel's ashes to say a prayer for her as well. I liked that another who loved her was on the same spiritual wavelength.
I thought I'd put in at Gibsons or Keats but it was still light so I roundedBowen Island and passed Howe Sound and Pt Atkinson. Just before Lions Gate Bridge the floral earthy fragrances from Stanley Park hit me I was reminded of the glorious scent of the Hawaian Islands. The foliage and land smell so incredible coming in from sea.
I was taking pictures of the night Vancouver Harbour only to have a tanker honk at me from behind causing me to scurry way over to the side, the two of us barely fitting together under the bridge. Then I was across the harbour, bringing the boat up beside the big boat and navigating up the channel to my moorage. My neighbour wasn't home. He'd gone off for the weekend with his lovely girlfriend and her dog. More room for me to land with no problems with the little boat tied along side. I tied up the boat and let Gilbert jump down on the dock. He raced up and down it as he loves to do when he first gets off the boat. I connected electricity and filled the tank with water.
A great trip to Thormanby Island. Wonderful summer weather. I almost sailed. I had the lines out and was all set to put up the jib at least but the wind was never really more than 5 knots. Another time. The engine fared well. Gilbert and I had a marvellous time. We caught a tasty rock cod and the AB Profile worked just fine. Thank you God for all your blessings.
The hard choices of the gifts of recovery. I made a decision, speaking with God about my cadillac problem, that if it was sunny in the morning I'd continue with the plan to go sailing. G-O-D: Good Orderly Direction. I awoke to glorious sunshine and set about filling the water tank then stowing gear. Final tide check and sure enough I'd have the tide with me heading out.
I'd not towed the new AB 12 Profile with the Honda 4 stroke 30 horse power outboard but hoped it would be alright. I cast the lines and shoved off. No difficulty leaving with the fishing boat tied to the side. Out in the channel I stopped the main boat's engine and slipped into the little boat to pull it around the back to tie its painter in the centre of the stern. Back on the main deck with Gilbert all excited that I returned, whatever goes on in that little dog brain, I put the engine at 2500 rpms my normal cruising speed. Pulling the dinghy I calculated I still got between 4 and 4.5 knots only losing .5 to a knot due to the tow. It could have been worse. I was more than satisfied.
As usual I drank coffee as I motored across Coal Harbour watching out for tankers and ferries. It was a pleasant morning to be boating and I thought of a lot of other departures and adventures that had begun with passing under bridges heading out to sea. Lion's Gate Bridge is truly a sight to behold from beneath, it's incredible engineering inspirational. Gilbert with his hair cut was a little chilly in the morning breeze, when the sun went behind the grey cloud bank, so I put his seaman sweater on.
There's not a whole lot to do motor sailing. I love my new true Raymarine Autopilot. I had checked the oil in the engine before departing, having concerns I was burning more oil than normal on my last return. Keeping an eye on the oil pressure throughout the trip I saw no concern. It would turn out I was burning about a pint of oil for every 10 hours of engine usage, much more than normal but no worry as I had a couple of gallons of oil along. Eventually I'd have to do something but there was nothing to be anxious about. I'd checked the motor for leakage before leaving and found none.
The onerous task of watching out for logs and reading the latest Robert Ludlom Thriller fell to me while the first mate chewed on a new doggy toy. I passed Pt Atkinson, crossed Howe Sound, Rounded Bowen, noted Gibsons then a long while later saw the White Islet and the Trail Islands. Then it was the Merry Island lighthouse station, a picturesque place indeed. Welcome Passage was half filled by a tug boat slowly towing a forest of logs. I slipped to the side of it then checked in on the busy land side all weather anchorage Smuggler Cove before heading to the almost empty Bucaneer Bay. It was open to the northern wind but only 5 to 15 knots were forecast. I'd anchored in gales with sand bottoms in Sea of Cortez. We're terribly spoiled with excellent anchorages in the Strait of Georgia. South of Wolf Point I put out some more chain than usual in 50 foot of depth with sand bottom and settled in the for evening.
I took the fishing rod out and headed out with Gilbert, first to check out the beach, then to do a little mooching. I caught a rock cod first off. Pan fried in butter it was delicious. After dinner I read and had a great sleep at anchor.
In the morning I woke in paradise. The sun had come out full with increased ampage and a smile and grin to boot. I fixed myself coffee and an omelette. Gilbert loved his run on the beach. Trolling with the down rigger later I'd catch another rock cod, this one I thought too small to keep but later found in the regs that there really wasn't a minimum on rock cod. I threw back a lingcod too which I really believe would barely have met the minimum length. I really was fishing for salmon too and didn't know then I'd not catch any more fish though I'd be out for another few hours right where everyone else had caught salmon in the morning.
I drove the boat into Secret Cove and saw fisherman cleaning their morning catch. I bought Gingerale at the Secret Cove marina and an anchor and some chain for the dinghy at the Buccaneer Marina. This was an all weather anchorage and I thought about coming here if the weather report wasn't favourable. As it turned out when I got back to Buccaneer Bay the southern wind forecast had brought with it a half dozen other sailboats and motorboats that anchored the night. I filled a thermos of coffee and Gilbert and I drove out to the point where I'd learned everyone was catching salmon. Not in the afternoon. I did catch little sun burn, had a wonderful time and returned to the big boat when Gilbert looked hot even with his crew cut hair.
Planing on the new boat was fun. It goes like stink and I just soar but it does take a bit to get up on plane, plowing along with me thinking it's going to flip full over any minute. Then it crests and I'm cannon shot across the ocean bouncing I was riding at a canter. Gilbert's not so impressed but it sure makes for a quick transit. The boat trolls at slow speeds too. Nothing beats a Honda 4 stroke and 30 hp is more than enough engine for fast and handles slow just fine, surprisingly.
I jumped overboard when I got back. The kids nearby were in the ocean and even some dogs. Not Gilbert. He barked. I swam. Refreshing. I loved showering off the sea water too when Igot back in the boat. Luxury. I watched an episode of Torchwood British Sci Fi having finished the NetFlix tv season of Glades. Another great sleep at anchor.
In the morning I took Gilbert ashore and then rather than hang out another day decided I'd head back. Nothing to that. Just tie the boat to the back of the boat, weigh anchor and go.
Off Mission Point I decided to spread Angel, my cat's ashes. I said a prayer and thanked God for her years of loyal company and seafaring. Laura texted me that day asking that if I did decide to spread Angel's ashes to say a prayer for her as well. I liked that another who loved her was on the same spiritual wavelength.
I thought I'd put in at Gibsons or Keats but it was still light so I roundedBowen Island and passed Howe Sound and Pt Atkinson. Just before Lions Gate Bridge the floral earthy fragrances from Stanley Park hit me I was reminded of the glorious scent of the Hawaian Islands. The foliage and land smell so incredible coming in from sea.
I was taking pictures of the night Vancouver Harbour only to have a tanker honk at me from behind causing me to scurry way over to the side, the two of us barely fitting together under the bridge. Then I was across the harbour, bringing the boat up beside the big boat and navigating up the channel to my moorage. My neighbour wasn't home. He'd gone off for the weekend with his lovely girlfriend and her dog. More room for me to land with no problems with the little boat tied along side. I tied up the boat and let Gilbert jump down on the dock. He raced up and down it as he loves to do when he first gets off the boat. I connected electricity and filled the tank with water.
A great trip to Thormanby Island. Wonderful summer weather. I almost sailed. I had the lines out and was all set to put up the jib at least but the wind was never really more than 5 knots. Another time. The engine fared well. Gilbert and I had a marvellous time. We caught a tasty rock cod and the AB Profile worked just fine. Thank you God for all your blessings.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
AB Profile A12 Inflatable and Honda 4 stroke 30 HP Outboard Motor
I ordered my AB Prolife A12 Inflatable from Kits Inflatable Boats(www.kitsinflatables.com/) .
I first saw the AB Profile boats at the Vancouver Boat Show 2 years ago and really couldn't stop thinking about them. I looked at slew of other boats wanting a fast fishing boat that would be able to also be used for hunting moose. At the Vancouver Boat Show in Spring I ordered one from Craig Frazer. They were back ordered. Very popular. It was worth the wait.
I've just had mine out today with the new Honda 4 stroke 30 HP Outboard Motor (http://marine.honda.com/outboards/motor-detail/BF30) from Marine Honda at First in Burnaby(www.hondacentre.com)
30 HP is the maximum power for the A12 but the AB profiles come in larger and smaller sizes that take different HP. The Maximum weight for the A12 is 2,032 lbs or 6 adults. I wanted the seat and console which Craig had installed when the boat came in. Then he took the boat over to Honda Marine where Lee and the folks there had the steering package installed. Having bought off road motorcycles (Honda 250 CC) from Honda Marine and knowing the people there, I trust them.
I love Honda 30 HP Outboard.
The Highliner trailer (model PWC 1) which Kits got for me has a swing tongue so it's more easily stored. We estimate boat and motor at around 800 lbs.
The Honda 30 HP weight is 155 lbs. 552 CC engine. http://marine.honda.com/outboards/motor-detail/BF30
It's amazing.
I had a heck of time getting the papers on Friday. The boat was all ready for pick up at Honda and the guys were great. I just couldn't find a 2 "" ball for the tow. Lee offered to loan me his and after he'd got his off his truck I went back and found mine. Typical! I then had to borrow a license plate to get the boat home.
Craig was delayed because he had had to get three of these AB Profiles off to Alberta because of the flood there. There was an emergency call and the guys at Kits put three together rush to put on the train to help people flooded out of their homes in Calgary. Extraordinary flood situation. Downtown all out of power and thousands homeless.
Craig was kind enough to meet me at North Shore London Drugs to get the trailer plate just before they closed. I wrote a cheque for the final amount having paid for the motor in the fall and having put a hefty downpayment on the boat at the boat show. It actually came in as estimated which impressed me with Kits and Honda Marine. I'd had extra requests and all went well.
It was a late start but I actually drove out to Harrison Hot Spring Resort arriving just after midnight. I was tired but the truck and boat and even the Honda 250 motorcycle in back were all with me. The rooms were great as usual, and pretty soon Gilbert had a mess of things on the floor to play with. Mostly he's of the belief my role in life is to throw his yellow ball.
I slept wonderfully here as always. I love the Harrisons Hot Springs Resort www.harrisonresort.com/
While I had the trailer insured with ICBC I didn't have the actual boat and motor insured. So I didn't want to leave them in the unguared lot by the dock despite the number of locks I put on the trailer and boat and motor. That was one reason why I wanted to come to Harrisons HotSpring Resort. Their parking is pretty secure and I could try try the boat out in quiet fresh water before putting the boat in the ocean. I also knew the boat launch at Harrison was really straightforward. I didn't know the ocean boat launch on the north shore and didn't want to deal with tides and currents right off.
It was a good idea.
In the morning I drove to Chilliwack to get fishing supplies at Fred's www.fredscustomtackle.com/
I needed a part for my down rigger and tow rope. I also stopped at Mountainview Harley Davidson in Chilliwack. www.mountainviewhd.com/
I first saw the AB Profile boats at the Vancouver Boat Show 2 years ago and really couldn't stop thinking about them. I looked at slew of other boats wanting a fast fishing boat that would be able to also be used for hunting moose. At the Vancouver Boat Show in Spring I ordered one from Craig Frazer. They were back ordered. Very popular. It was worth the wait.
I've just had mine out today with the new Honda 4 stroke 30 HP Outboard Motor (http://marine.honda.com/outboards/motor-detail/BF30) from Marine Honda at First in Burnaby(www.hondacentre.com)
30 HP is the maximum power for the A12 but the AB profiles come in larger and smaller sizes that take different HP. The Maximum weight for the A12 is 2,032 lbs or 6 adults. I wanted the seat and console which Craig had installed when the boat came in. Then he took the boat over to Honda Marine where Lee and the folks there had the steering package installed. Having bought off road motorcycles (Honda 250 CC) from Honda Marine and knowing the people there, I trust them.
I love Honda 30 HP Outboard.
The Highliner trailer (model PWC 1) which Kits got for me has a swing tongue so it's more easily stored. We estimate boat and motor at around 800 lbs.
The Honda 30 HP weight is 155 lbs. 552 CC engine. http://marine.honda.com/outboards/motor-detail/BF30
It's amazing.
I had a heck of time getting the papers on Friday. The boat was all ready for pick up at Honda and the guys were great. I just couldn't find a 2 "" ball for the tow. Lee offered to loan me his and after he'd got his off his truck I went back and found mine. Typical! I then had to borrow a license plate to get the boat home.
Craig was delayed because he had had to get three of these AB Profiles off to Alberta because of the flood there. There was an emergency call and the guys at Kits put three together rush to put on the train to help people flooded out of their homes in Calgary. Extraordinary flood situation. Downtown all out of power and thousands homeless.
Craig was kind enough to meet me at North Shore London Drugs to get the trailer plate just before they closed. I wrote a cheque for the final amount having paid for the motor in the fall and having put a hefty downpayment on the boat at the boat show. It actually came in as estimated which impressed me with Kits and Honda Marine. I'd had extra requests and all went well.
It was a late start but I actually drove out to Harrison Hot Spring Resort arriving just after midnight. I was tired but the truck and boat and even the Honda 250 motorcycle in back were all with me. The rooms were great as usual, and pretty soon Gilbert had a mess of things on the floor to play with. Mostly he's of the belief my role in life is to throw his yellow ball.
I slept wonderfully here as always. I love the Harrisons Hot Springs Resort www.harrisonresort.com/
While I had the trailer insured with ICBC I didn't have the actual boat and motor insured. So I didn't want to leave them in the unguared lot by the dock despite the number of locks I put on the trailer and boat and motor. That was one reason why I wanted to come to Harrisons HotSpring Resort. Their parking is pretty secure and I could try try the boat out in quiet fresh water before putting the boat in the ocean. I also knew the boat launch at Harrison was really straightforward. I didn't know the ocean boat launch on the north shore and didn't want to deal with tides and currents right off.
It was a good idea.
In the morning I drove to Chilliwack to get fishing supplies at Fred's www.fredscustomtackle.com/
I needed a part for my down rigger and tow rope. I also stopped at Mountainview Harley Davidson in Chilliwack. www.mountainviewhd.com/
I had all my motorcycle gear except for forgetting a helmut. I found just the one I wanted but also got a Harley cap to keep the sun off my face out on the water.
That was all the gear so I drove back to Harrison Hot Springs unable to put the launch off any more. I loaded the boat, checked everything out and then drove to where I was in place to begin to back the boat trailer up. I'm not very good at backing up with trailers. It wasn't a pretty sight. It was eventually achieved without any damage to property or person. Yet another lesson in humility.
The boat was afloat. That was the best part. Just looking at it beside the dock was joyful. Amazing!
Wow. It really did look good. Everyone has been telling me how great it looked out of water but it looked even better in water. Driving up hill with just the trailer was easy. Parking with the empty trailer wasn't a problem either. So much is perception.
Back in the boat, the motor started instantly then after a while in neutral it puttered out. I checked everything then phoned Honda Marine. Great guy at the store walked me through everything even though I've been around boat motors all my life. Listened to the engine over the cellphone. Really figured it must be lack of gas. I'd thought so too and gone through the fuel supply. I checked the vent again and really opened it up. It's a different kind of cap and I think it needed to be like the whole cap was open. The motor started with a turn of the switch then. I learned from the fellow how to adjust the idle. That was a new system. Different from the handle throttle I was used to. I thanked Honda Marine. Quiet motor sound but so efficient too. I untied from the dock and put the throttle in forward. I was going okay, ploughing through the water but not really making any great speed. Maybe 5 to 10 knots. So I gave it power.
I porpoised to a plane and then bounced like a skipped stone across the lake. It was freaky. I was really concerned I was going to flip the boat. Gilbert was concerned too. I kept accelerating nd getting to the plane and then backing off the power unable to stand the speed.
We travelled, not quite light speed: we achieved that later when I finally got the courage to do Full Open Throttle. That was after I trolled all around the big main island in the middle of Harrisons. Now I know that people have their cottages there. I didn't catch fish but I tried out the down rigger, found out the boat does fantastic as a fishing trolling boat. Realized this was going to do well hunting too. Such a solid aluminium floor.
Craig told me that I'd probably have 3 hours of travel time with the 3 galls of fuel and I'd picked up another 3 gal spare. The 3 gal tank was the only one that fit under the seat. I decided I'd had enough fishing after catching weeds with my flasher. So I stowed my fishing gear. That's when I found out how fast the boat can do on a Full Open Throttle on plane. It bounces, flies and soars.
I''ll get the plane fan for the outboard. I had one on the 9.9 hp when I was able to go at high speed in Mexico with my dinghy down there. It helps get one up on plane at lower speed so it's more efficient and smoother. This one will do the same, I'm sure. I had to stand when I was going on plane, leaning over the console, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the throttle. Trolling I liked sitting facing forward like I was driving a car. It really keeps its point too.
I''ll get the plane fan for the outboard. I had one on the 9.9 hp when I was able to go at high speed in Mexico with my dinghy down there. It helps get one up on plane at lower speed so it's more efficient and smoother. This one will do the same, I'm sure. I had to stand when I was going on plane, leaning over the console, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the throttle. Trolling I liked sitting facing forward like I was driving a car. It really keeps its point too.
Amazing.
With all the sun and excitement I was happy to get back to the launch after a whole afternoon of boating. I still had to be sure I could get the boat onto the trailer and out of the water. This I did all the while Gilbert ran on the grass and visited another dog, telling him all about the big boating adventure he'd just been on. He was wearing his yellow life jacket and looking very nautical as he smoked a pipe and leaned back against the fence.
Back at Harrison's Hotsprings Resort I could have crashed. I could crash now too. But I left Gilbert, he's such a good dog, after feeding him and giving him a bone, and headed down for some body soothing hot spring waters. Unbelievably perfect. Sunshine was still out and I did a tour of the adult pool then swam 10 lengths in the cold water before ending up in the indoor cooker pool. Lots of bikinis.
Gilbert was glad to see me when I returned. I had planned to take him for a ride on the motorcycle but I'm going to order room service and watch a movie instead. I'm exhausted with excitement, adventure, sunshine and hot springs. I've walked Gilbert a couple of times too. What a great day.
I love the AB Profile and Honda 30 HP. Thank you Kits Inflatables and Honda Marine!
I love the AB Profile and Honda 30 HP. Thank you Kits Inflatables and Honda Marine!
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