And Dory Dan's duckpunt still leaks!
|We gather to sail south, towards the Clamming Grounds.|
This year, I brought my hypothermia kit.
He looked at me, I looked at him, and I promptly poured the rest of the contents of a windshield-wiper fluid bottle into a spare nalgene rolling around in my car (I'm not going to waste wiper fluid, I come from a long line of frugal Yankees) and then I cut the bottom off. While doing this, Dan told me about the slick-seaming he did and how he left the punt outside this winter so it shouldn't be AS BAD AS LAST YEAR, etc., and then added: I have my clamming bucket, but it has holes in it, and other such gems of conversation. Anyway, I made the Instant Bailer, boom! This saved the expedition from more lateness to the Clamming Grounds, as the tide was about to turn in but a few moments and we had little to lose.
I sped off, making good time. The punt is exhilarating downwind! There was a small mudflat to my starboard and I put in briefly to re-arrange my living situation. Dory Dan was close behind, charging hard.
|Why so stern heavy Dan?|
|SAY IT AIN'T SO, DORY DAN! SAY IT AIN'T SO!|
check out bailer in aft cabin
|Dory Dan finally southbound--|
|Chasing Dory Dan downind. What a day! What weather!|
|I hug a mud flat at machspeed-loony and watch the bottom go by, scant inches away.|
This is sailing a duckpunt, in all it's glory. What fun!
For the record, this was a very difficult picture to take.
Back to the boats, and the long slog upwind to the ramp.
|Dory Dan clams in the distance|
|MRS MUMBLES and Dan's Punt get cozy. They make a good punting team!|
|New England Sea Captain to his bones.|
|Dory Dan leaves the punt to take up over the week.|
What joy, this duckpunting.
And, may I say with some humbleness, A GREAT LUNCH THE NEXT DAY!
|New England Life 4EVAH|