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Took Her Out For The Last Time

Posted: October 22nd, 2015, 12:08 am
by RGrew176
This season, is coming to an end. I made my appointment to pull next Wednesday at 9 AM (10/28/2015). I went out onto Lake Erie for a final time. I piloted over to the fuel dock and I pumped out for the final time and I added the Stabil to my fuel tanks. I filled both tanks then took my final run on the lake to make sure the Stabilized fuel ran through both engines.

When I awoke it was dead calm no winds. I eyed the fuel dock but another boat beat me to the dock. For whatever reason he took over an hour to pump out and fuel up. Part of the reason he took so long was he decided to wash down his boat at the fuel dock. While I was waiting for him the winds kicked up pretty good out of the south. When another boat approached the fuel dock he finally finished what he was doing and he departed.

At that time I pulled away from my dock and got in line behind the other boat. He was only there to pump out so he was gone in a jiffy.

I am fairly new to inboards and I have never owned a sedan before so I have a lot to learn as it pertains to handling this boat. Well, with the wind against me I approached the fuel dock and I made it on my first try. After pumping out and fueling up I headed out onto Lake Erie for one last time this season.

Now the winds are really kicking up. I apprehensively head for my dock with the wind working against me. I took my time and planned my approach. Using the corner dock pole as a pivot I managed to swing into my dock on the first attempt. I was pleased. I know I still need to keep practicing with this boat and get to know its handling characteristics better but unlike my first time coming back to the dock I am happy with my progress.

Unfortunately the season here in Michigan is almost over. Looking forward to boating season 2016.

Re: Took Her Out For The Last Time

Posted: October 22nd, 2015, 12:30 pm
by waybomb
It seems every year, when it's time to take the boat out, it's windy, and raining. Never fails. And then the next day is beautiful.
Same thing this year. Saturday was miserable, Sunday beautiful.