In article ,
katy wrote:
You would be surprised at how many uncool people there are out
there....bassholes, especially. I had an argument one morning when I
got up to find a bass boat parked on the stern of our boat...they were
fishing under the keel. I asked them to please remove themselves from
my premises and they got all huffy. I explained that my cockpit was my
porch and that the area directly behind my stern, in an enclosed marina,
was my backyard. Once when we were moored, there was a scraping
alongside our boat at the wee crack of dawn..pulled aside the curtain to
be met with a pair of eyeballs looking back at me...very disconcerting.
I wonder if he's regained his hearing yet?

Seems like a good time to fire up the ol' BBQ with extra smoke. :-)


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Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
You would be surprised at how many uncool people there are out
there....bassholes, especially. I had an argument one morning when I
got up to find a bass boat parked on the stern of our boat...they were
fishing under the keel. I asked them to please remove themselves from
my premises and they got all huffy. I explained that my cockpit was my
porch and that the area directly behind my stern, in an enclosed marina,
was my backyard. Once when we were moored, there was a scraping
alongside our boat at the wee crack of dawn..pulled aside the curtain to
be met with a pair of eyeballs looking back at me...very disconcerting.
I wonder if he's regained his hearing yet?

Seems like a good time to fire up the ol' BBQ with extra smoke. :-)


Actually, the ones on the dock got a load if diesel fumes when I cranked
up the engine....

In article ,
katy wrote:
Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
You would be surprised at how many uncool people there are out
there....bassholes, especially. I had an argument one morning when I
got up to find a bass boat parked on the stern of our boat...they were
fishing under the keel. I asked them to please remove themselves from
my premises and they got all huffy. I explained that my cockpit was my
porch and that the area directly behind my stern, in an enclosed marina,
was my backyard. Once when we were moored, there was a scraping
alongside our boat at the wee crack of dawn..pulled aside the curtain to
be met with a pair of eyeballs looking back at me...very disconcerting.
I wonder if he's regained his hearing yet?

Seems like a good time to fire up the ol' BBQ with extra smoke. :-)


Actually, the ones on the dock got a load if diesel fumes when I cranked
up the engine....

Time for an engine service?


--
Capt. JG @@
www.sailnow.com

Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
You would be surprised at how many uncool people there are out
there....bassholes, especially. I had an argument one morning when I
got up to find a bass boat parked on the stern of our boat...they were
fishing under the keel. I asked them to please remove themselves from
my premises and they got all huffy. I explained that my cockpit was my
porch and that the area directly behind my stern, in an enclosed marina,
was my backyard. Once when we were moored, there was a scraping
alongside our boat at the wee crack of dawn..pulled aside the curtain to
be met with a pair of eyeballs looking back at me...very disconcerting.
I wonder if he's regained his hearing yet?
Seems like a good time to fire up the ol' BBQ with extra smoke. :-)


Actually, the ones on the dock got a load if diesel fumes when I cranked
up the engine....

Time for an engine service?


No....diesel fuel just smells like diesel fuel...they were REALLY
close...actually, what I wish I could have done was to put it in gear
and grind up their lines but hey....

In article ,
katy wrote:
Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
Jonathan Ganz wrote:
In article ,
katy wrote:
You would be surprised at how many uncool people there are out
there....bassholes, especially. I had an argument one morning when I
got up to find a bass boat parked on the stern of our boat...they were
fishing under the keel. I asked them to please remove themselves from
my premises and they got all huffy. I explained that my cockpit was my
porch and that the area directly behind my stern, in an enclosed marina,
was my backyard. Once when we were moored, there was a scraping
alongside our boat at the wee crack of dawn..pulled aside the curtain to
be met with a pair of eyeballs looking back at me...very disconcerting.
I wonder if he's regained his hearing yet?
Seems like a good time to fire up the ol' BBQ with extra smoke. :-)


Actually, the ones on the dock got a load if diesel fumes when I cranked
up the engine....

Time for an engine service?


No....diesel fuel just smells like diesel fuel...they were REALLY
close...actually, what I wish I could have done was to put it in gear
and grind up their lines but hey....

Thought I read smoke not fumes. Black, blue, or white are a big diff.

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Capt. JG @@
www.sailnow.com