The year...1955. As a boy anticipating an upcoming trip to the Sea of
Cortez with my dad and a few of his friends, I had a thought that the
trip could be made even more of an adventure if we had a harpoon.
Thoughts of sneaking up on a napping swordfish with this mighty weapon
drove the endeavor.

First, I secured a piece of 4x14x3/8 inch steel plate. Not having
power
tools available to fabricate the ‘masterpiece’, I found a hacksaw with
an old well worn blade and a couple old files. Three weeks later, with
extremely sore hands, and a much better appreciation of proper power
tools, I finished shaping the detachable harpoon head. The vise work
produced a well shaped and very sharp instrument. The head was
finished
by drilling a hole in its center for the line.

Next, I found a 10’ wooden pole, line, and two 55 gallon oil drums. I
then painted the drums white, modified the pole to accept the harpoon
head, and secured everything together. All together, about a months
work of fabrication by hand after school. But with this gizmo, we were
ready for a whale.

Finally the day arrived when we were on the Sea of Cortez with the
‘gizmo’. We’d been at sea for several hours when Roy, a friend of my
father, asked if he could use the harpoon. I told him, “Of course”.
He
then said, “You drive”. He proceeded to take the equipment forward and
position himself in the bow pulpit on his knees while holding the
handrail.

He issued commands; port, starboard, faster, slower. I couldn’t see a
damn thing from the helm. He then stood up looking very excited and
plunged the harpoon downward with a mighty heave. He yelled, *stop the
boat*! It was then that I saw the two wingtips of a large manta raise
above the water and return to turn the water to a foamy white. Wingtip
to wingtip this monster must have been 25’.

The line sizzled, and Roy tossed the 55 gallon drums overboard. The
line continued to run until completely free of the boat and taut to the
drums. I cranked the engine in gear and we were in chase. We
continued
in pursuit for about 1000 yards when the barrels suddenly stopped and
then disappeared going straight down.

We searched the area for over an hour but never saw the white barrels
or
manta again. The power it takes to drag *two* 55 gallons drums
underwater and out of sight must be tremendous.

Dad is now gone. Roy is retired and living by the Sea of Cortez in
Kino
Bay, Sonora, Mexico. I still go to the sea in search of those damn
drums.

--
Skipper

"Skipper" wrote in message
...
The year...1955. As a boy anticipating an upcoming trip to the Sea of
Cortez with my dad and a few of his friends, I had a thought that the
trip could be made even more of an adventure if we had a harpoon.
Thoughts of sneaking up on a napping swordfish with this mighty weapon
drove the endeavor.

First, I secured a piece of 4x14x3/8 inch steel plate. Not having
power
tools available to fabricate the 'masterpiece', I found a hacksaw with
an old well worn blade and a couple old files. Three weeks later, with
extremely sore hands, and a much better appreciation of proper power
tools, I finished shaping the detachable harpoon head. The vise work
produced a well shaped and very sharp instrument. The head was
finished
by drilling a hole in its center for the line.

Next, I found a 10' wooden pole, line, and two 55 gallon oil drums. I
then painted the drums white, modified the pole to accept the harpoon
head, and secured everything together. All together, about a months
work of fabrication by hand after school. But with this gizmo, we were
ready for a whale.

Finally the day arrived when we were on the Sea of Cortez with the
'gizmo'. We'd been at sea for several hours when Roy, a friend of my
father, asked if he could use the harpoon. I told him, "Of course".
He
then said, "You drive". He proceeded to take the equipment forward and
position himself in the bow pulpit on his knees while holding the
handrail.

He issued commands; port, starboard, faster, slower. I couldn't see a
damn thing from the helm. He then stood up looking very excited and
plunged the harpoon downward with a mighty heave. He yelled, *stop the
boat*! It was then that I saw the two wingtips of a large manta raise
above the water and return to turn the water to a foamy white. Wingtip
to wingtip this monster must have been 25'.

The line sizzled, and Roy tossed the 55 gallon drums overboard. The
line continued to run until completely free of the boat and taut to the
drums. I cranked the engine in gear and we were in chase. We
continued
in pursuit for about 1000 yards when the barrels suddenly stopped and
then disappeared going straight down.

We searched the area for over an hour but never saw the white barrels
or
manta again. The power it takes to drag *two* 55 gallons drums
underwater and out of sight must be tremendous.

Dad is now gone. Roy is retired and living by the Sea of Cortez in
Kino
Bay, Sonora, Mexico. I still go to the sea in search of those damn
drums.

--
Skipper
What do manta rays taste like? And don't say chicken.

Harry,
You like to pretend this is not Skipper, if you really wanted to verify it,
you could do it very easily. Like most of your beliefs, you prefer not to
allow the truth to get in your way.

This is really Skipper, the same guy you were hoping would come back to
rec.boats.

Be careful what you wish for.


"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
Skipper wrote:
The year...1955. \


You're very good at finding Skipper's old b.s. posts, copying them, and
reposting them.

But that doesn't make you...Skipper.

Skipper,
Harry is upset because you are interfering with his OT political cut and
paste.


"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
Skipper wrote:
The year...1955. \


You're very good at finding Skipper's old b.s. posts, copying them, and
reposting them.

But that doesn't make you...Skipper.

Scallops.


"JIMinFL" wrote in message
ink.net...

"Skipper" wrote in message
...
The year...1955. As a boy anticipating an upcoming trip to the Sea of
Cortez with my dad and a few of his friends, I had a thought that the
trip could be made even more of an adventure if we had a harpoon.
Thoughts of sneaking up on a napping swordfish with this mighty weapon
drove the endeavor.

First, I secured a piece of 4x14x3/8 inch steel plate. Not having
power
tools available to fabricate the 'masterpiece', I found a hacksaw with
an old well worn blade and a couple old files. Three weeks later, with
extremely sore hands, and a much better appreciation of proper power
tools, I finished shaping the detachable harpoon head. The vise work
produced a well shaped and very sharp instrument. The head was
finished
by drilling a hole in its center for the line.

Next, I found a 10' wooden pole, line, and two 55 gallon oil drums. I
then painted the drums white, modified the pole to accept the harpoon
head, and secured everything together. All together, about a months
work of fabrication by hand after school. But with this gizmo, we were
ready for a whale.

Finally the day arrived when we were on the Sea of Cortez with the
'gizmo'. We'd been at sea for several hours when Roy, a friend of my
father, asked if he could use the harpoon. I told him, "Of course".
He
then said, "You drive". He proceeded to take the equipment forward and
position himself in the bow pulpit on his knees while holding the
handrail.

He issued commands; port, starboard, faster, slower. I couldn't see a
damn thing from the helm. He then stood up looking very excited and
plunged the harpoon downward with a mighty heave. He yelled, *stop the
boat*! It was then that I saw the two wingtips of a large manta raise
above the water and return to turn the water to a foamy white. Wingtip
to wingtip this monster must have been 25'.

The line sizzled, and Roy tossed the 55 gallon drums overboard. The
line continued to run until completely free of the boat and taut to the
drums. I cranked the engine in gear and we were in chase. We
continued
in pursuit for about 1000 yards when the barrels suddenly stopped and
then disappeared going straight down.

We searched the area for over an hour but never saw the white barrels
or
manta again. The power it takes to drag *two* 55 gallons drums
underwater and out of sight must be tremendous.

Dad is now gone. Roy is retired and living by the Sea of Cortez in
Kino
Bay, Sonora, Mexico. I still go to the sea in search of those damn
drums.

--
Skipper
What do manta rays taste like? And don't say chicken.

Starbucker wrote:
Scallops.


mmmmm...Digby scallops...best in the world!

Surprisingly, even skates taste like scallop. In a fishmarket if you
see pounds and pounds of scallop all the same exact size and shape,
chances are it might be skate. Solid meat, not one bone in those wings.

John

Starbucker wrote:
Harry,
You like to pretend this is not Skipper, if you really wanted to verify it,
you could do it very easily. Like most of your beliefs, you prefer not to
allow the truth to get in your way.

This is really Skipper, the same guy you were hoping would come back to
rec.boats.

Be careful what you wish for.


We want the 'real' Skipper back...but a bit more sensible and mellowed
out, not a cheap immitation.

Harry Krause wrote:
Don White wrote:

Starbucker wrote:

Scallops.


mmmmm...Digby scallops...best in the world!



Living in Atlanta, Starchucker probably never has tasted a real scallop.
I wouldn't mind attending Scallop Days.

Took mom, the wife and my oldest sister down for a one day visit to see
my youngest sister a week ago. Unfortunately it was a Sunday so I
couldn't buy a few pounds of fresh scallops.
Sister owns a chalet style house in Bear River right next door to the
graveyard, but is building a new home at a lake a couple miles away.
http://www.bearriver.ca/

Don White wrote:
Starbucker wrote:

Harry,
You like to pretend this is not Skipper, if you really wanted to
verify it, you could do it very easily. Like most of your beliefs,
you prefer not to allow the truth to get in your way.

This is really Skipper, the same guy you were hoping would come back
to rec.boats.

Be careful what you wish for.


We want the 'real' Skipper back...but a bit more sensible and mellowed
out, not a cheap immitation.

"We"?