WHAT IS THAT SMELL?????????
Recently, actually the afternoon of 5/30/04. "The one who must be obeyed" (aka TOWMBO, mommy, mother of my children)and I decided to take the long ride out to Folly Beach SC for some boating, fishing and beaching with the 4 crum crunchers. <br /><br />I took the time (with the help of my 3 and 4 year old boys) to prepare the craft the day prior. We added fluids, charged electrical systems, made some minor repairs and added many of the things we would need for the day trip. After telling / yelling at the boys several times that some things (milk, tools, screws, balls, an empty box)could wait or would not be needed, I decided that it would be best to finish the job myself. They were so excited and so much help that they were put to bed two hours early that evening. <br /><br />In the AM, TOWMBO completed the food and drink preporation. We let out in the with all in good spirts. The boys were so happy to be getting out on the water. They kept remarking that they helped daddy prepare the boat, make repairs and get the fish food in to all who would listen. Even the runner and dog walker who happened by the front of the home that morning. We thought it was so cute of them to be showing off like that. After a while, it was all just static in the background of gettng ready. <br /><br />Just before leaving, TOWMBO and myself smelled an odor near the craft. It could only be described as undescribabel. We thought it was the filthy nasty dog who loves to roll in cat mess who had been sleeping in the shade of the boat all morning. We decided to leave the dog with a promise to wash it later. Afterall, it was not bothered by the odor, so it could wait. <br /><br />At the launch, again the odor, but it was different then before. Moor pungent, moore offensive, but we were at the sea, so again it was dismissed as nothing but the smell of the ocean. <br /><br />After we got on the water, all was well. Cold drinks, lots of smiles, chips, daddys salsa, but no finshing. Alas, Daddy recalled had left the squid, shrimp and doughball in the garage fridge. Unfortunatly, the smell was still present, upwind at 3/4 speed. We thought that was odd as we left that which smells 22 miles west. It was time to take a closer look/smell for the offending odor. <br /><br />After searching all the obvious places, older son Thomas (4) came to daddy with the fish food. It seems that he did not want to forget daddys fish food, so he pulled it our of the garage fridge and out of it containers the morning prior and placed it all in the dry hold with the life vests. A hot ripe collection of rotting fish and dough that was dumped overboard soon after it was presented for inspection by the 4 year old. <br /><br />Then it hit me, the comments to all in the AM by the young ones about helping daddy. I recalled the fish food comments. In hindsight, I should have questioned them a little more about that comment. <br /><br />It only took an hour to clean out the juice from the hold. A small price to pay for a day on the water with the family. No fishing for daddy that day, but the odor was gone, and that was just fine with me. <br /><br />
Recently, actually the afternoon of 5/30/04. "The one who must be obeyed" (aka TOWMBO, mommy, mother of my children)and I decided to take the long ride out to Folly Beach SC for some boating, fishing and beaching with the 4 crum crunchers. <br /><br />I took the time (with the help of my 3 and 4 year old boys) to prepare the craft the day prior. We added fluids, charged electrical systems, made some minor repairs and added many of the things we would need for the day trip. After telling / yelling at the boys several times that some things (milk, tools, screws, balls, an empty box)could wait or would not be needed, I decided that it would be best to finish the job myself. They were so excited and so much help that they were put to bed two hours early that evening. <br /><br />In the AM, TOWMBO completed the food and drink preporation. We let out in the with all in good spirts. The boys were so happy to be getting out on the water. They kept remarking that they helped daddy prepare the boat, make repairs and get the fish food in to all who would listen. Even the runner and dog walker who happened by the front of the home that morning. We thought it was so cute of them to be showing off like that. After a while, it was all just static in the background of gettng ready. <br /><br />Just before leaving, TOWMBO and myself smelled an odor near the craft. It could only be described as undescribabel. We thought it was the filthy nasty dog who loves to roll in cat mess who had been sleeping in the shade of the boat all morning. We decided to leave the dog with a promise to wash it later. Afterall, it was not bothered by the odor, so it could wait. <br /><br />At the launch, again the odor, but it was different then before. Moor pungent, moore offensive, but we were at the sea, so again it was dismissed as nothing but the smell of the ocean. <br /><br />After we got on the water, all was well. Cold drinks, lots of smiles, chips, daddys salsa, but no finshing. Alas, Daddy recalled had left the squid, shrimp and doughball in the garage fridge. Unfortunatly, the smell was still present, upwind at 3/4 speed. We thought that was odd as we left that which smells 22 miles west. It was time to take a closer look/smell for the offending odor. <br /><br />After searching all the obvious places, older son Thomas (4) came to daddy with the fish food. It seems that he did not want to forget daddys fish food, so he pulled it our of the garage fridge and out of it containers the morning prior and placed it all in the dry hold with the life vests. A hot ripe collection of rotting fish and dough that was dumped overboard soon after it was presented for inspection by the 4 year old. <br /><br />Then it hit me, the comments to all in the AM by the young ones about helping daddy. I recalled the fish food comments. In hindsight, I should have questioned them a little more about that comment. <br /><br />It only took an hour to clean out the juice from the hold. A small price to pay for a day on the water with the family. No fishing for daddy that day, but the odor was gone, and that was just fine with me. <br /><br />
