On Mar 25, 10:44*am, Frogwatch wrote:
On Mar 25, 10:28*am, hk wrote:



On 3/25/10 10:22 AM, Frogwatch wrote:

On Mar 25, 9:20 am, *wrote:
On 3/25/10 9:04 AM, Tim wrote:

On Mar 24, 9:31 pm, * *wrote:
Prop strut is fixed after my weird encounter with a crab trap near
Sarasota. *Had to have a new strut made as the old one was sorta
corroded over time. *I do not even want to think of the cost.
The yard had called and told me after they hauled her that they could
not even identify my prop so I asked them to take it off and send it
to me.
My prop is a PerfectPitch plastic one which is a massive plastic
casting, very lightweight and I really like it and I was afraid it had
been ruined. *When it arrived, I could barely recognize it because it
looked melted. *It was a mass of greyish melted plastic. *I started
peeling off some of the melted crap. *Whoa, there is a prop under all
that crap. *Bit by bit, I removed all the melted plastic to find my
Plastic Perfectpitch prop in perfect condition underneath. *Somehow,
the crab trap line had melted and then fused to the prop WHILE IN THE
WATER. *No idea how this happed.
So, clean prop, new prop strut and new bottom paint (did you know
Trinidad is now $250/gallon) so I am ready to cruise past Cape Coral
and thru Lake Okechobee and to Stuart.
Wayne, I appreciate your offer for your dock but problems prevented me
from taking you up on it.
So, I f you happen to see the old 28' sailboat with the bizarro
hideous yellow nesting dinghy on the bow, it'll be me.

Good luck, man. I hope you can have some better success this time.

Froggy should hire someone to follow him in a reliable chase boat...a
boat that has been properly maintained and is operated by someone who
knows how. It's his only hope.

When I pulled into Marina Jacks in Sarasota, they had me dock next to
a 120' mega-yacht where they were having a formal party aboard
complete with a guy in uniform taking peoples invites as they came
aboard. *So, here I am next to them knowing I gotta get my prop
turning again meaning I gotta dive. "F**ck em", I get into my shorts
and go into the water with my knife. *All the mega-yacht guests
looking over their rail 30' above me wandering what that crazy guy is
doing. *I shoulda charged em for entertainment but I got enough off to
allow it to turn.
Yes, I am having a great time.

They were watching to be sure they didn't miss your boat sinking or
exploding or disintegrating or all three.

I considered going into the Venice yacht club and claiming "reciprocal
privelages" not telling em my "yacht club" is a burned out trailer on
the edge of a salt marsh.

and that in these parts of NW Florida, we consider an oyster boat
carrying a six pack to be a yacht.