Oldrem thank you, I have been busy today getting the floor out. What a mess, you guys weren't kidding about that styrofoam it is probably the worst flotation you could find. The top layer was Swiss cheese looking but dry and light, and the bottom was heavy enough to pass for solid wood of the same size.
BWR thank you, that helps a bunch.
GA_ Boater thank you for the info. You got me on the chiseling glue but I already had the pictures so I figured why not? Lol. Moving the thread would be ok with me. Wait, does this mean I have to pay Starmada dues now? See I do read. As for the knees, I dunno I can't feel them yet, because they were folded up in so many awkward places, I'm sure that I will notice tomorrow. I don't want to test the flotation either but that reminds me of a story in Dads old boat.
So one day we planned a fishing trip on a lake nearby . We had gotten pretty good at getting up early and launching quickly. This day was no different, on the water in a shot, however one of the two of us forgot something, not as turn around and go get it, as in chained to the transom. Yep no plug, so we were what seemed like in my mind miles from shore and I (keeping the trained vigilant eye that I was taught) looked back as we passed the last no wake marker to see WATER in the boat. Me in panic mode once again notified the commander of the new changes in our relaxing fishing plans. Immediately I rushed to remedy the issue. At the moment of my arrival at the drain I hear that old outboard roar to life! Now I am in enough water to soak my shirt and dang near drown me and the splash well above my head has it in for me . Dad says leave it out, again I am young and this appears to be a really bad decision given my current position. We hauled the mail like it was on fire and we couldn't find water (we had plenty but it wasn't where we wanted it). So at this point I'm still at the ready plug in hand (did I mention it was chained to the transom, it's a short chain). Now bouncing down the lake and coming up for air periodically to remove my face from the hazards trying to do me in. The boat seemed to take two years to finally plane out, but it did and I had a front row seat to watch as almost every drop left the boat in its own sweet time. I managed to return to my assigned position exhausted and soaked, while slowing down from the excitement Dad looks at me and sees I that I look like I was overboard for an hour and laughs, I looked down to see my current attire and laughed with him. I don't remember if we caught anything but I won't forget that. Thanks for jarring my mind to remember the good times. Today was a good day.
