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  1. Chick,

     

    Trying to figure out the best way to tell people I am looking for a long shaft Suzuki 2-3 hp 4 stroke.  Do I simply start a new topic or is there another way?

     

    Bones

  2. Carter, What high desert is the first thing that comes to mind? I am, (was), most certainly a newbie when starting this build. Yes, we have experienced 36,000 cruising miles and I have a few hours pushing the Nina & Pina replica ships around here and there and a few more hours terrorizing Baltimore Harbor in the pirate ship Fearless, but frankly, I have no building experience nor was I prepared for the depth of this build. The motivation pure and simple was my stupidity and failure to understand the needs of my mind and body in the 2017 Everglades Challenge. I need to redeem myself by finishing the EC. That has been the relentless drive to build this boat. This boat cause it fits many of the things I wanted after learning what those needs were from sailing my wonderful Hobie Adventure Island. I have not even sailed my CS, however, I am comfortable it will best provide for my needs in a variety of challenges with a few personal beneficial modifications. Thanks for your kind words, Bones
  3. Thank you, still alot of sorting to do but will likely get sailing pictures this weekend.
  4. Chick, that whole area above the lock and dam are superior areas to cruise. We spent a month in that area during our cruise and barely scratch the surface in our exploring.
  5. Thank you. I look forward to some water time training.
  6. Chick, in part, during our 8 years of cruising we traveled from south Florida up the Tombigbee to the Tennessee river and up to the head waters at Knoxville. Later traveling the loop we did the Tennessee River again. It is all wonderful and every part of it enjoyable. If I can find my old logs about the river I will share them with you. That "if" may be a challenge. But I will look this next month. Any portion of it would be a perfect venue for your vessel. Thank you for your kind words, Bones
  7. We did not launch the boat this weekend as planned due to familial partisan politics. There would have been eight people involved and way to complicated. There is also a number of issues we found during rigging that I want to correct. Co-capt Kyle and I will drop her in the water next weekend and meanwhile I will remedy rigging and trailering concerns and non-sailing critical items like electrical, solar, installing the diesel engine a tuned exhaust system, running lights, auto anchoring system, nav computer and other challenges in prep for the EC. Also currently struggling with an acceptable system of pumping water in and out of the ballast tank. Kyle and I will be spending considerable time sailing the Pickwick Lake and extended portions of the Tennessee River this winter (bbrrr). While we do not plan capsize training until we reach Florida we are building in the related equipment such as kicking straps, individual safety lines, righting lines, boarding ladder, the mast head float and I am seriously considering an outhaul line for the center board as a means of pulling out the CB from the trunk if the boat is turtled. Our primary training goals are: #1 learning the intricacies of sailing the cat ketch vessel efficiently as possible in three months. #2 Attempt to break the boat to determine weak spots in our building, rigging and sailing skills. #3 Build our skills, strength and stamina. We will be working on the boat right up to the start of the Everglades Challenge for sure. The boat should be pretty beat up by the time we reach the starting beach. Today we rest and celebrate the proclaimed finish of the build if not the actual. Tomorrow the EC preparation push begins in earnest. Adelante. Bones Work like a captain, play like a pirate.
  8. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I have been thankful for many blessings and people in my life and this year my thankfulness for the riches bestowed on me this last seven months seems very personal. Since May I have been sequestered in an 18'x27' barn with a 4'x8'×18" box and its contents of jiggery, boodily shapes, slivers, pallets, blocks and plates of wood and endless possibilities. Through a symphony of emotions, misteps, epithanies, druggery, mindless work that should have been minded, fourteen tons of good luck, Thanksgiving Day we pushed a boat out into the sunshine. I wept. Friday, a cold damp day made bright by our task, we rigged my boat outside the barn. Oh, to be sure it was a clusterf__k. But it was my mess and my boat! We rigged and re-rigged until one moment we all stepped back, my son, my co-capt, my wife, we had nothing at hand to do, we felt lost, for a moment, then realized the boat was ready for its first sail--the boat was rigged. In our exuberance, someone pulled in the mainsheet, somebody else the mizzen to better shake out the sails and of course it almost sail off the trailer down the lane and off the farm toward the Tennessee river. Almost but it did not. My thanks to Graham and the B&B staff and endless gratitude to my boat shepard Alan. He never faltered, never quit me. He was always there for me supporting, guiding, teaching. Alan is my hero. My thanks to Co-capt and friend, comrade-in-arms, Kyle, constantly keeping me focused and doing the best right thing and always applauding my efforts. Thanks is far too insufficient for my wife and constant gardner who cultivated me in every possible way and need through the seven months I neglected her and every house and farm chore in benefit of boat building. Capt Bones
  9. I did it the way you are thinking and being pretty simple myself I used very short screws on the retainer ring.
  10. Thank you Amos for your insight. Not sure I have the patience for what you described, but I do have a couple of brand new drill bits and taps that are just beggin to be tried out on the masts. I am guessing most people install their center board while the boat is upside down. Since I have three chain hoists (see picture) in the boat barn, Bumpkin suggested we install the CB at our leisure after the boat is turned right-side up. Looking at it we both agreed it looked easier to do that way and fit our timing much better. So we raised the boat until the CB fit between the cradle and the hull, slide it in, and let the boat down. It went pretty quickly with Bumpkin sliding the board fore and aft to line up the hole while I stood upside down with my head in the battery compartment. I was amazed the CB slide back and forth, with no lateral movement, like it was cinderella's golden slipper or a greased pig through the arms of a ten year old in a catching contest. Further, though I knew it should, it thrilled me the CB recesses all the way into the hull. I was disappointed there was no way to take pictures while doing the install but we did manage to take a photo of the uphaul line hauled up. I got annoyed at attempting to manipulate the Gordian Knot of lines from B&B and was thankful they were all labelled and tied together. Never-the-less, I managed to get them all tangled together. I separated the lines and hung them on my clamp rack, which I need less and less for clamps. See Pic. While messing around with the boat on the hoists we decided to bring in the trailer for a fitting to see what would need to be done to get it ready for the boat. The trailer is at the shop for a bit of welding and my checkbook is making the rounds of Amazon for Trailer attachment parts. The sprits are rigged with the first of many pieces of boat hardware. Amazingly, I did not get one hole mis-drilled or out of place. Yippie Kai yea, cow patty. The paint finally dried enough to sand the inch high looking ripples here and there. If I say it I know you will feel the pain with me. SANDING SUCKS! If the weather holds I will paint the uppers tomorrow allowing me to get on with setting the cockpit, boomkin and coach roof hardware in the not too distant future. It would be comforting if I could get all the masts and boat hardware set this week. What KNOT is good to use for lashing hardware together? I dislike knots, for some reason, almost as much as sanding. I think over the course of my life I have learned to tie the Bowline at least 9 times only to forget it for the next series of events calling for the bowline. If you dare respond bowline, I will send all my fittings for you to tie. I prefer non-esoteric knots like the fisherman, the figure eight and the square knot. I can tie a real good square knot. Enough silliness.
  11. There are a lot of wet looking leaves in your photo. North of the Mason/Dixon? Look forward to watching your progress. Good Luck. Bones
  12. Pictures, Miss Lynn, my wife and Capt Kyle aka Bumpkin in photos
  13. I have really enjoyed all the pictures and videos of the Messabout. Thank you all for sharing. Wow! Not sure where the time between my last post and today disappeared. I do know all the hatches have been re-sanded as I did not care for so much varnish trim. I felt a need to do a little bow shaping, well, maybe a lot by some standards. I have installed a sliding hatch handle, epoxied and sanded the new oars from Canada and applied a carbon fiber on the blade edges. They are ready for paint and for smacking gators down in the Everglades. The mizzen tabernacle thwart is installed, tabernacle insert cut, the heel installed the tabernacle glued, properly, in place. The main tabernacle support and tabernacle glued into place. The masts pieces glued together and fiberglass transition wraps completed and shaped. The sprits are ready for hardware install. I also learned from capsize class and have installed a hand hold on the stern rail and one further in, on the aft upper face of the cockpit well. Once the forward hatch paint drys, I will mount the solar panel that came yesterday. Some time ago a person on this forum ask with what was I painting the masts. I said I wasn't. But it got me thinking and finally I bought and applied rattle paint. I chose a titanium color that looks like aluminum. Rattle, because I can touch up easily, though I understand many would prefer a variety of coatings from this right up to a two part. I chose having been informed. Perhaps another controversial decision was to use my main paint and colors as a sanding primer. The first coat, two colors, is on the boat. There is good news and bad news. The good news is the color combination looks good. The bad news is I did not keep good control over the sanding technique of others who may have helped from time to time. There is a considerable amount of edge sanding marks exposed by the primer on some vertical surfaces. Yeah. OK. Friends and family. meant well. I did not monitor properly and too much in a hurry to get done. Reminds me of a song: "...slow down you move to fast...." Sigh. Back to sanding. But the boat looked good for a moment. Back to work. I have a trailer, of sorts. It looks like it has spent time in a third world rendition location for way to many years. Working on it. Yesterday and today we set the sail track, drilled the holes, and popped about a jillion rivets. Tomorrow it is either sanding or start attaching hardware which brings the following questions: Which is better to use for attaching hardware. Rivets or taps? Obviously rivets will work. But if tapping turns out to be better can it be done on these mast metal thicknesses? Its getting exciting here, well, except for the new sanding needs. Looking at pictures of forum members boats together, Bones & Bumpkin notice there seems to be a trend toward a great deal of pride of ownership or more specifically pride of buildership. Most seem to take excruciating care and effort in their build and enjoy reaching for perfection. We understand that desire, that need, and its value, though we have taken another approach that meets my needs. Function over finesse. We think of this boat as a tool. This tool is dedicated to getting my sorry ass from St. Pete's to Key Largo next March alive, and preferably in one piece. Especially after wandering the edge of the Everglades in waist deep water talking to those who inhabited my hallucinations for several hours in 2017. Bumpkin, my co-capt, has been assigned as my spirit guide by my wife to protect me from myself. This I must say. We like our new tool, my boat and just because it is a tool does not mean it will be ugly. In fact we expect it will turn out to be rather handsome, with a little more sanding. Pictures to follow Bones
  14. Yeah, ok, I get it. I am on the second 90%. A ten hour day yesterday left me tired this morning. Today the fiddliness of the tabernacles glassing and epoxy, are, well, ready for paint. The fairing compound of yesterday is not dry. The masts pieces are joined together, glassed and epoxied. Instead of six pieces I have two masts. Cool beans. I do not like the hatches all in wood like finish. They are going to be paInted and only the rails in natural type finish. The cockpit footwell needs attention and has not been sanded for fairing yet. Still hoping to get uppers first coat of paint this weekend. As a reward for my hard work, I allowed myself to slobber on the sails over lunch. Tomorrow could be interesting, maybe even productive. Bones
  15. Wow! Ya'll make me feel energized with your kind comments. Thank you all. Oyster. Well, um, Oyster, I thank you for your expressive response. Originally I thought the white areas in B&B's plans was a serious layer of sanding dust I generated and had buried details of the plans. Later, as I delved into the white drifts further, I was sucked through the plans into a whirling vortex, a white blackout, which felt like a black hole looks. Soon enough I determined it was neither a dust pile nor a black hole, but simply a dark blanket of ignorance of my boat building skills. Being relatively unsure of my skill set in building things due to youthful re-construction experiences, (I once, or was it twice, had two pieces left over after assembling a five piece puzzle--maybe it was a four piece puzzle, but to my defense it was a solid color puzzle). Hence, it should come as no surprise upon reaching the last two wooden pieces of this boat build that I had, right you got it, two pieces left over. Sigh. The writing on the wood pieces read 27 Aft and 27 fwd. I checked the illustrated parts page but it wasn't much help. the 27 group of parts belongs to the coaming mid-deck on the house. I checked the assembly page for the coaming, no joy there. Sigh. Two darn parts left over. Again. Swallowing my pride I emailed Alan explaining my two part dilemma. That afternoon Alan responds. Oh, those parts are no longer used in the MK 3, they are extras, do what you want with them. I sat down and cried! Oh, not with frustration with the plans, not with any annoyance. I wept with pure joy--for the first time in my life I did not have two parts left over. I can not remember what was accomplished yesterday, but at the closing bell this afternoon, all three hatches were finished and lying in place as well as the washboards, the rub rails built and glued in place, final sanding before fairing, the ends of the chrome rub strips beat into submission and ground to round as well as the first round of fairing compound applied and drying for tomorrow. The B&B sails, lines, the mast float, forward hatch slider-opener-thingy and assorted parts and other fun stuff arrived from Alan today. Oh, yeah, Christmas in October. A few pictures to follow. Enjoy the Mess-about or your weekend elsewhere, Bones
  16. What an elegant and shipshaped vessel Chessie is. Great job!
  17. There is also a current that runs through that creek if memory serves correctly. There is something magical about the starkness of Tangiers.Here is a write-up from our visit several years ago. It is an excerpt from the book about our cruising days. He don’t walk his age, Milton don’t. His gait is deceptively balanced as he moves, not fast nor slow, but with a silent hidden strength, steady down the wharf. An unassuming presence, made so by the quiet grace of a life at sea, the confidence bred on the backbone of a bay boat, tempered with fifty years of respect for the moods of weather on the Chesapeake water. Milton hails the boat, giving precise directions, twice, to bring our trawler along the edge of the wharf, his marina and namesake. He snatches a poorly tossed line out of the air with quick, flexible, but massive simian like hands—hard wired to forearms like Popeye. He secures both ends of our fifty foot boat with an economy of movement little effort and no apparent speed as to suggest there is two of him. There is only one of Milton Parks. He is mid seventies now and some of the other watermen ferrying bait back across the channel, the gut, to their boats bait Milton with teasing, now that he is off the water. They call him leveled since he’s been retired from the bay for a year and developed a slight pot belly. They call him leveled ‘cause the bubble of his body, his chest, has settled to the middle, like the bubble in a mason’s level settles in the middle. He is not all that pot-bellied, so the words don’t hurt much. Mr. Parks has always been a friend to all who wished it so in the marshland called Tangier Island, as his family has for almost 200 years. Mr. Parks was arguably the best crabber and dragger around, to the point that the younger fellows begged him to quit fishing as he reached into his sixties, then sullenly suggested it was time for him to move over and let the younger men of the island have their chance. You watch his eyes when he tells that story, he goes off somewhere. Mr. Parks stopped when he was ready and still able to work his 500 pot license; he wanted to go out on top. It wasn’t soon enough for some. But even now they still greet him with respect. He doesn’t get up at 2 or 3 in the morning now, to crank up the Detroit Diesel in his 45’ bay boat to work his pots until 3 in the afternoon, and then come home to repair or replace his gear and bait up for the next day. He fished most every day, unless it was not safe to work in a wind troubled bay. Now he lazes around until six am and works and talks in equal parts, maintaining his marina, helping watermen, orienting visitors to his transient dock, or answering the endless needs of his wooden crab boat until the other six o’clock comes round. Mr. Parks, like most of the watermen of Tangier, was born and raised on the Island. His gentle voice carries the patois, what some linguists call Elizabethan English, with Celtic overtones, peculiar to only this island. To me the voice speaks of Newfoundland and reminds me of the book, The Shipping News. The Crocket family, along with the Parks, Dise, Pruitts, & Thomas families, and maybe a couple of other families, pretty much established the community of Tangier those many generations ago and continue to set the tone today with an almost protective gentile blue collar attitude. They are protective of their ways, their lifestyle, their very existence, but courteous to the rest of the world, outsiders all to be sure. But Mr. Parks and the others are willing to share their knowledge, their hard existence with whoever may have a question. He in return asks what is it that tourists see in his island, his family of friends? He thinks one day he may go to Crisfield and take the ferry back to the island and stand behind the tourists to determine why people come to the island for the day or weekend to stay at one of the few bed & breakfast Inns. He doesn’t understand the interest. Mr. Parks and his colleagues have a lot of knowledge about the “beautiful swimmers”, the Chesapeake Blue Crab. The quiet Tangier watermen provide tons of crab to the mainland, and the soft shell blue crab is a world market for them, even while many of the fishermen are turning to driving tows at busy ports on the mainland for the better pay and benefits that crabbing does not give. Therefore it is no surprise that Hilda Crockett’s Chesapeake House makes the best crab cakes in the Chesapeake and the clam fritters are awfully good. Served in a fifty’s style setting that is not motif, but left over from the age; you won’t care once the food starts arriving, in mixed-matched bowls, platters and baskets, very soon after you sit down. Oh now, don’t get excited, it isn’t the wrong order from another table she is trying to serve you. It’s yours. There is no menu, you get what Mama cooks this day and I can promise you won’t be much disappointed and you will be belly busting full or “run aground” as an islander said, with this wonderful home cooked meal served family style. You will need a walk after this meal. Why not enjoy exploring the colorful neighborhoods. By the time you reached the restaurant you have figured out that the roads are Island size. The smaller roads no more then trails while the main roads are wide enough for two small carts. Golf carts these days and maybe a scooter or two, but mostly they are for walking and connecting the ridges. The ridges are sand spits. Called ridges with droll humor, I suspect, as the ridges are usually dry, although not always. There was the “September Gust” a few decades ago. A couple of recent hurricanes had caused some serious flooding and damage, but the islanders seem to take it in stride, maybe putting better foundations into the salt marsh of an island with stoic acceptance. There are about 250 households along the three main ridges connected by a handful of small bridges leading to neighborhoods with names like Sheep’s Head, Black Dye, Main Ridge & Meat Soup. Don’t be surprised to see boardwalks on a few of the homes at the end of a ridge where the tides claim the yard periodically. It is, after all, salt marsh, this island, and only suffers the sharing of itself with a handful of families that have handed down the land through the centuries Tangier Island will continue to shift and change even as its people hold a steady course through life. Together the island and its people have formed a steady-state; it’s people holding on tenaciously to the ever shifting sands of this barrier island that while starkly beautiful and full of nature’s creatures remains nothing more than the afterbirth of the Susquehanna River in a previous rage. The river silently sleeping at the head of Chesapeake Bay for centuries—quiet now after forming the barrier islands, but always restless. Tangier offers a peek into our colonial roots, into hardship and perseverance and stands as a reminder of what American stock came from. You won’t read it off of signs, but in the eyes of the people. You won’t hear it in nature lectures, but by strolling the bridges over the marsh, you won’t glean it from reading documents, but from registering the confidence, the adept skill and quiet strength of the waterman working his boat. Discovering places for oneself, like Tangier, is the magical essence of cruising.
  18. Nicely done. Your entire build is most impressive and I vacuumed up several of your ideas. Thank you for sharing. Bones
  19. A Personal Note to the Designer: Dear Sir, At 0914 hrs this morning I received a very polite email from your young cohort Alan. He wrote the following: "on a side note, Graham had one critique or concern on one of your pictures (a minor thing), he noticed that you had cutout the transom beam where the boomkin will be installed and has concern that that will weaken the boomkins connection to the boat...." He then graciously told me what had to be done to re-instate the strength to its origin condition. The email suggested I may have made a mistake. Au contraire my good man, au contraire. What you so quickly pointed out as a total and complete screw-up by so talented a boat builder as I, is in fact, an ingenious engineering adaptation to your plans, as you can see in the first picture. Allow me to be the first to point out your plans have not allowed nor made provisions for individual creative outside the boomkin post assembly thinking. Hence, where you had two holes in the transom beam, I forged two slots so that my boomkin will actually fit in the receiver slots unlike with your two closed holes. In the second picture you can see how well my option works. ??? Wait. What! you put the pieces through the slot and then assemble? That's not fair! That is simply cheating. Lets continue this conversation after the pictures. I suppose next your gonna tell me my seat hatches aren't flush. and the seat edges are not rounded over. You are a pretty darn picky pair you two are. I am learning my lessons. When we get to the EC starting beach, I am going to wait for Alan and Graham to get their boats off the trailer and set them in the sand, then, I am going to off-load my boat at the far end of the beach and put a cover over it. Jesting aside, this was one of several brain farts that have bubbled up during this build that have or will cause me to re-build or modify. I feel pretty good about this one as the suggested fix is what my intentions have been since needing to adapt this element. I could share more errors and other mistakes but see no need to detail the total extent of my stupidity in a public forum. I have taken this situation from the privacy of my email folder to this forum because others should know it is ok to screw up, to make silly errors and to simply make mistakes. I am certainly not embarrassed by my mistakes for more then a couple of minutes and I appreciate when others point out things I could improve. So thank you Alan and Graham for your constant assistance and vigilance. As an aside. Graham, you are no longer allowed to look at my pictures. Go design something, construct another spinnaker reefing system. (laughing out loud). You guys are fun to work with, thanks again. ugh. Now back to the boat barn for me. The rest of you go buy my book at Amazon, search by author Wayne Flatt. Bones
  20. Um, Action Tiger. I may have overstated a bit. Being from Arizona via SW Florida and now living in Tennessee, temps in the 50's and 60's are still practically winter to me. Our trees are only thinking about color change. But my epoxy containers are much harder to pump and I notice paint, epoxy and other stuff is very much slower drying, so I'm with Game of Thrones--winter is coming. Today I dogged it a bit and only glued in all the forward hatch items and fitted and glued in the cover over the front portion of the ballast tank in the cabin--finally. Bones
  21. Thanks to both of you. I always enjoy your comments. More sanding today ànd finishing coats on garage, sliding hatch and foreward hatch lid and frame. With the trailer drawings from Alan I have determined the needs of my trailer mods right down to the last inch. Sails and rigging now ordered from B&B. This next couple of weeks will be explosive in finishing sections of the build if I get off my ass and stop planning and start doing. Fall in Tennessee is often about three days long.with little transition tween summer and winter. Fall started today. I really need to get to paint quickly. Bones
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