Five pairs of waders. All of them leak.
Row out to motorboat with wet feet, wet socks, inside of expensive wet cracked boots at low tide, 8 am, blustery warm November morning, going to get some clams. Get onto motorboat which is awash in rainwater. Bilge pump has failed. Battery dead. Row by towing the 18-foot water laden dead motorboat with dinghy. A gazillion itty bitty strokes into the blustery wind later, get motorboat to ramp. Get crescent wrench, pop the terminal leads off the battery, load into the back of the car, take home to charge. Will haul boat later today on the high tide and leave it on the trailer.
And so ends the boating season of 2008. Leaky waders. Dead boat. No clams.
3 thoughts on “One of those mornings”
as they say, “not with a bang, but a whimper.”
Thanks for using my picture (of my waders and chest waders)…
Those are the coolest waders Pascal.