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Went out to go fishing this morning on my day off, and boy did I get nothing but a waste of gas.

 

First thing, after launching, started up the motor and reversed out. After idling out from the dock a few hundred feet, I went to go back into reverse to slow myself so I could jump up on deck, and it wouldn't shift back. I could go into neutral and forward, that was it. I should have just quit there, but I decided I would just use the trolling motor to get away from anything and turn around if I was to need to back out or what have you.

 

Then, I after a run to the first fishing spot, I noticed there was a LOT more water in the boat than when I first dropped in.

 

Ok, I give up. I loaded the boat and came home.

 

I found the leak!

 

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Just so happens a rivet popped. Replaced it with a new water tight one, and thats fine.

 

So I start to check into why it wouldn't go into reverse. Popped the cover off the motor, and looked down by the mechanism. Just so happens that this nut:

 

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Had come loose, and fallen down by the mechanism. Wedged itself in a spot that was stopping the motor from shifting into reverse.

 

 

Is anyone else' luck THIS bad?

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Yes - in almost every aspect of my life... "when it rains, it pours." Just think of it this way though: It all happened at once, so you'll only experience the sting once. If it was two separate outings (and if you're anything like me) it would have been SO much worse!

 

My recent string of bad luck involves various fishing gear....

 

3 days ago I bought a REVO Winch and tried it with 10lb fluro. Well, it casted like crap and snapped one of my deep divers off. The lure sank and was lost. Respooled with 12lb and now it's good. THEN I snapped the tip on my $250 Cumara, and shimano can't warranty it for at least another month! Next, bought 3 new deep crankbaits and fished them yesterday in some heavy wind. Hooked a 3lber and he shook the hooks at the boat. One of them caught the wind and got snagged in a tree. Another hooked a tire on the river bed and was lost for good. About an hour later I went to flip stumps and laydowns.... hooked a T-O-A-D!.... biggest bass I have seen come out this rirver @ at least 5 pounds. Set the hook and pulled him up to the surface. Got a nice look and then BAM he ran into the logs and shook the hook. 

 

My past 3 days has been filled with aggravation! Did I mention my fuel gauge is jacked up too? Or that my dog has crapped on the floor for 2 nights in a row? 

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I would say you are pretty fortunate they were both easy fixes

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I would say you are pretty fortunate they were both easy fixes

 

Yeah, it could definitely could have been worse.

 

I had to wait about 2 months to get the time to rebuild my motor because the crankshaft seals were bad, and this was my first actually fishing trip out since I finally got it all back together, so I was feeling a little more sour than I should for these two little things.

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Bad Luck?  I posted this several years ago and it is a true story.  I’ve had more than a few screw-ups in my time, but this is, by far, my biggest.  I learned several valuable lessons from that little outing; not the least of which is to always keep a key for the truck in my boat, and to grease the hitch ball.  Anyway, here goes.


Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.  It all started last week when I backed my Suburban up to the boat trailer and tried to hitch it up.  The receiver on the trailer would drop onto the ball OK but there was no way I could get it to latch down.  I tried raising and lowering it, shaking it, jerking it, banging it with a hammer and every thing else I could think of, but it would not latch down.  Finally, in desperation, I sprayed everything with WD-40.  I again lowered the receiver onto the ball and it latched with ease.  Go figure.

Finally on the road, I drove from Tulsa to Lake Skiatook (about 30 miles).  The moment I got to the boat ramp it started raining heavily, accompanied by a considerable amount of lightning.  I sat around for about thirty minutes and the rain didn't let up. So, I called my daughter and asked her to have a look at the National Weather Service radar.  She told me there was large cell in the vicinity, and that it would probably be at least a couple of hours before it passed.  Thoroughly disgusted, I drove back to Tulsa, and into sunshine.

When I got home, I checked the radar myself and discovered that the cell my daughter was referring to was due South of a place called Ponca City - nowhere near the lake I was wanting to fish.  The radar did show a couple of Popcorn showers that popped up over the lake and then fell apart right after I left.  Needless to say, I was somewhat perturbed to learn that my daughter was Geographically Challenged.

Back to the lake I went and was graced with a partly cloudy sky.  I was boating alone so I kicked off my new sneakers, put on my flip-flops and backed the boat into the water. Because I drive a Suburban, I can't see the boat on the ramp without opening the cargo doors.  No problem, I opened the doors, backed the boat in, and got out of the truck to get the boat free of the trailer.  Without realizing it at the time, I kicked one of new my sneakers into the water as I got out of the truck.  Luckily it landed right side up.  I waded around to the back of the truck and checked its cargo area before I launched the boat. Sure enough, I had neglected to place my tackle box in the boat.  There is a door lock button in the cargo area on the rear post.  I must have hit it when I reached for the tackle box.  It has a fifteen second delay on it, so I didn't hear the clunk of all the door locks until after I had closed the cargo doors.  OK, so now I have a locked truck with the keys in the ignition, sitting in water up to the running boards on a busy boat ramp, and a new sneaker that is slowly floating away.  First things first.  I fired up the boat, chased down the sneaker, and then tied the boat at the dock.  I went back to the truck and found that there was no way I could get into it without breaking out a window.  I found a boulder about the size of my head and decided to break in through the window on the right-side rear seat door.  I swear, that glass must be bullet proof!  I literally ended up throwing that boulder at the glass and it would bounce off without a scratch.  Best I can figure is that it was the window tinting that was giving the glass so much strength.  After eight or nine attempts, I gave up and decided to try the un-tinted front seat passenger side.  I hurled the boulder and it went through the glass like a knife through butter, scattering glass as if I had thrown a hand grenade into the truck.  The first thing the boulder hit inside was the console and it knocked the lid off its hinges.  The boulder, console lid and a lot of glass, ended up in the driver’s seat.  I do not want to discuss what those objects did to the leather in the seat.  I'll cry later.  OK, so my truck is still in the water.  Twenty minutes and several lacerations later I had removed the boulder and enough glass out of the driver's seat to allow me to get the truck out of the water.  That was a big relief!

I then reminded myself that despite the fact that it was now 3:00 PM, my intent since 6:00 AM had been to try to catch a few bass.  So, I hopped in the boat and went tooling off across the water.  I was so angry with myself that all I wanted to do was haul butt across the water.  I did this for about an hour and then cooled off enough to try fishing.  I found a point and half-heartedly fished it for about twenty minutes, all the while thinking about all that glass and blood in my truck.  Needless to say, I gave up and headed back to the landing.

In my absence, a Park Ranger had come by, noticed the shattered window, glass, and blood, and left me a note advising that he had notified the police of the break-in.  Luckily he also left his phone number, so I was able to cancel the Red Alert.

And then the kicker.  I had pulled the boat out of the water and was getting it ready to tow when a Game Warden drove up.  He was the first Oklahoma Game Warden I had ever seen, and I haven’t seen one since.  He had the audacity to ask "Had any luck today?"  What I said to that poor guy is not fit to print.  Let's just say I was VERY vocal about the luck I had had.  He never did ask to see my fishing license.

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Bad Luck?  I posted this several years ago and it is a true story.  I’ve had more than a few screw-ups in my time, but this is, by far, my biggest.  I learned several valuable lessons from that little outing; not the least of which is to always keep a key for the truck in my boat, and to grease the hitch ball.  Anyway, here goes.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.  It all started last week when I backed my Suburban up to the boat trailer and tried to hitch it up.  The receiver on the trailer would drop onto the ball OK but there was no way I could get it to latch down.  I tried raising and lowering it, shaking it, jerking it, banging it with a hammer and every thing else I could think of, but it would not latch down.  Finally, in desperation, I sprayed everything with WD-40.  I again lowered the receiver onto the ball and it latched with ease.  Go figure.

Finally on the road, I drove from Tulsa to Lake Skiatook (about 30 miles).  The moment I got to the boat ramp it started raining heavily, accompanied by a considerable amount of lightning.  I sat around for about thirty minutes and the rain didn't let up. So, I called my daughter and asked her to have a look at the National Weather Service radar.  She told me there was large cell in the vicinity, and that it would probably be at least a couple of hours before it passed.  Thoroughly disgusted, I drove back to Tulsa, and into sunshine.

When I got home, I checked the radar myself and discovered that the cell my daughter was referring to was due South of a place called Ponca City - nowhere near the lake I was wanting to fish.  The radar did show a couple of Popcorn showers that popped up over the lake and then fell apart right after I left.  Needless to say, I was somewhat perturbed to learn that my daughter was Geographically Challenged.

Back to the lake I went and was graced with a partly cloudy sky.  I was boating alone so I kicked off my new sneakers, put on my flip-flops and backed the boat into the water. Because I drive a Suburban, I can't see the boat on the ramp without opening the cargo doors.  No problem, I opened the doors, backed the boat in, and got out of the truck to get the boat free of the trailer.  Without realizing it at the time, I kicked one of new my sneakers into the water as I got out of the truck.  Luckily it landed right side up.  I waded around to the back of the truck and checked its cargo area before I launched the boat. Sure enough, I had neglected to place my tackle box in the boat.  There is a door lock button in the cargo area on the rear post.  I must have hit it when I reached for the tackle box.  It has a fifteen second delay on it, so I didn't hear the clunk of all the door locks until after I had closed the cargo doors.  OK, so now I have a locked truck with the keys in the ignition, sitting in water up to the running boards on a busy boat ramp, and a new sneaker that is slowly floating away.  First things first.  I fired up the boat, chased down the sneaker, and then tied the boat at the dock.  I went back to the truck and found that there was no way I could get into it without breaking out a window.  I found a boulder about the size of my head and decided to break in through the window on the right-side rear seat door.  I swear, that glass must be bullet proof!  I literally ended up throwing that boulder at the glass and it would bounce off without a scratch.  Best I can figure is that it was the window tinting that was giving the glass so much strength.  After eight or nine attempts, I gave up and decided to try the un-tinted front seat passenger side.  I hurled the boulder and it went through the glass like a knife through butter, scattering glass as if I had thrown a hand grenade into the truck.  The first thing the boulder hit inside was the console and it knocked the lid off its hinges.  The boulder, console lid and a lot of glass, ended up in the driver’s seat.  I do not want to discuss what those objects did to the leather in the seat.  I'll cry later.  OK, so my truck is still in the water.  Twenty minutes and several lacerations later I had removed the boulder and enough glass out of the driver's seat to allow me to get the truck out of the water.  That was a big relief!

I then reminded myself that despite the fact that it was now 3:00 PM, my intent since 6:00 AM had been to try to catch a few bass.  So, I hopped in the boat and went tooling off across the water.  I was so angry with myself that all I wanted to do was haul butt across the water.  I did this for about an hour and then cooled off enough to try fishing.  I found a point and half-heartedly fished it for about twenty minutes, all the while thinking about all that glass and blood in my truck.  Needless to say, I gave up and headed back to the landing.

In my absence, a Park Ranger had come by, noticed the shattered window, glass, and blood, and left me a note advising that he had notified the police of the break-in.  Luckily he also left his phone number, so I was able to cancel the Red Alert.

And then the kicker.  I had pulled the boat out of the water and was getting it ready to tow when a Game Warden drove up.  He was the first Oklahoma Game Warden I had ever seen, and I haven’t seen one since.  He had the audacity to ask "Had any luck today?"  What I said to that poor guy is not fit to print.  Let's just say I was VERY vocal about the luck I had had.  He never did ask to see my fishing license.

WOW.. That sounds like a day I would have. For some reason when I go fishing and I catch a fish in the first three casts something bad always happens.. It's like fishing's reverse psycology lol.

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