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Yesterday, my family sprang a last minute trip to the river. To even further my surprise, my fiance suggested that I just float and fish and meet them at the rest area. Holy crap! This is exactly why I'm going to marry her. So after running around to get a tube and borrow oars so I could float and my buddy could relax while I fished, I ended up with two complete sets of oars and two complete pontoons. Doing the math.... Holy crap! This is gonna be awesome!
We finally get to the boat ramp where we're taking off from and get ready to assemble everything. I'm going to put the frames together since my friend has no clue what he's doing. He had the simple yet unenviable task of blowing up the bladders for the toons. While I was scrambling around putting the first frame together he got his first one done in no time. He looked like a mad high school freshman that just "discovered" things. As he was halfway through his second, I finished up the first frame. That's when I heard it. "Uh oh." This big galoot had literally pulled the handle off of my pump. It pumped no more!
After jimmy-rigging the handle assembly with a cast of duct tape that would make most of my relatives proud, 4 cigarettes, some sweat and some prayers we finally got on the water.
I had some nibbles and fought a couple just chuckin spinners. Only landed one squaw. Still, I had a blast and love just being out there.
Tight lines guys hope you're out having as much fun as I am.
We finally get to the boat ramp where we're taking off from and get ready to assemble everything. I'm going to put the frames together since my friend has no clue what he's doing. He had the simple yet unenviable task of blowing up the bladders for the toons. While I was scrambling around putting the first frame together he got his first one done in no time. He looked like a mad high school freshman that just "discovered" things. As he was halfway through his second, I finished up the first frame. That's when I heard it. "Uh oh." This big galoot had literally pulled the handle off of my pump. It pumped no more!
After jimmy-rigging the handle assembly with a cast of duct tape that would make most of my relatives proud, 4 cigarettes, some sweat and some prayers we finally got on the water.
I had some nibbles and fought a couple just chuckin spinners. Only landed one squaw. Still, I had a blast and love just being out there.
Tight lines guys hope you're out having as much fun as I am.