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steelhead1
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Had a great weekend of fishing the central coast,but it almost cost me my life. Just on approach of some sizable whitewater,I suddenly felt my skeeter 'toon go soft. The oar popped out of the lock and the bag rotated,tipping the footpeg down. I had no choice but to ride it out, and hope I didn't end up swimming.The last tiny bit of weld held on long enough to deposit me close to shore,on the wrong side of the river. Breaking the boat down I discovered that two of the most critical welds had twisted, and broke clean,and held together only by a thread:shock:. I was happy to spot a driftboat1/4 mi downriver,and used my whistle to get their attention and signal for help. These men were gracious enough to take time from their fishing, motor up and give me a ride across.Thanks Nick,you saved my ass and I am grateful! I tossed my broken boat over the fence into a cow pasture, and of coarse went right back to fishing. Over the weekend,my bud and I ended up going 7/10,including a really interesting looking Nate.Check him out