I was headed in the boat with just me and the dog yesterday morning. The spot I wanted to go to is through a lot of uncut timber, so I slowed down and trimmed up. As soon as I put it in back in gear it died. It cranked right back up tho. Hmmm, weird. Put it in gear and it died again immediately. Did this a few more times. I tried to trim it up all the way so I could see what was going on but it didn't seem to have enough juice to do so. Well, maybe the battery fried. I manage to put the trolling/headlight battery in its place and the same exact thing happens. So, something is mechanically really out of whack. For grins I put it in reverse and it didn't die. I happened to be close to the mouth of a cove that I've hunted before so I carefully backed through the stumps into the cove, dropped off my gear, and hid the boat down the way a bit.
The whole time I was thinking what I was gonna do after the hunt. I can't reverse all the way to the ramp into the wind. Who could I call... most likely my brother. Then I started thinking about what it was gonna cost, $1K in my head, to fix a boat that isn't worth more than $2,500. Now my weekend is screwed, all these thoughts going on. First group of ducks come in and shot a triple. Shortly afterwards I heard shots from only a few hundred yards away. I guess they had lights out when I came in, but I was glad cuz that may be my ticket out of there. A few minutes later got a single. Now if I could just get two pretty quick I could walk over, introduce myself, and hope they could tow me back to the ramp, which isn't very close by.
A little after 8 AM and there they go speeding by. Too late! Well, I thought I'd better get moving so I wouldn't burn all day. I go to push the boat off the bank from the front and notice that the rope I have tied on the front is under the boat and really tight. Derrrrrr, felt like a big dumb arse. Got it out of the prop and all is well again. Of course as I'm doing that the last two ducks are landing in the spread. Oh well, I'm going with the theory that it's better to be a dummy short of a limit than to be stranded.
First thing I did when I got home was cut that rope a few feet short of the transom.