Even as I look for fair days to eke the last out of the fishing season here in Boston, I’m looking ahead to winter. And with a boat in a slip that means two things: haul out and winterizing.
“Haul out” is the day the boat needs to be gone from its slip. The Point of Pines Yacht Club has decreed that to be this Saturday. Given the screwy and limited access to usable boat ramps around here, haul out means first driving the trailer down to the Nahant Town Wharf, then hitching a ride over to the POPYC six miles away by car, and finally running the boat three miles across Broad Sound to the trailer. The many rocks and shoals between Point of Pines and Nahant make that journey a lot safer to undertake when the tide is high. Unfortunately this Saturday high tide is at 6 a.m.
Winterizing of course is the process of getting the boat ready for winter storage; basically six months of sitting. The goals of winterizing are pretty simple but worth listing out:
- Protect the boat, trailer, and engine from rust and corrosion
- Protect the boat from incursions of water, that can cause mold, mildew, rust, and freeze and expand causing breakage
- Ensure the fuel system is protected from moisture and breakdown of the fuel (which can gum up the lines and engine)
- Protect the boat from leaves, animals, birds, and other things that can damage or dirty it
- Remove any marine growth from the hull before it hardens
- Ensure the boat is fully serviced and ready to go in the spring Continue Reading…
It rained the other night in Boston. Or said another way…it RAINED the other night in Boston. Six inches in two hours! At times the rain was so loud it sounded like a freight train. I lay in bed listening and smiling, thinking of my Wahoo! in its slip, warmed by the thought of the two bilge pumps I’d installed this past year (one in the deck drain basin and one in the true bilge), doing their job. No worries.
One of the projects for the off-season will be exploring ways to get the nose of the boat down more when underway. One approach will be to investigate ways to get the boat up on plane a little faster; I’m currently reading the pros and cons of adding a hydrofoil to the outboard.
Baptized Seatoad as a fishing boat with its first fish today. With my friend Gary Cwyk of Philadelphia on a warm September afternoon, we went cruising looking for birds. We found them off Revere Beach, working over a mix stripers and bluefish. In the next couple of hours we caught both, most around 30 inches long with a few bigger ones. At times the boat was surrounded by boiling fish.
In April 2010 a Hull Truth poster by the name of jojola posted a message offering his 1990 Wahoo 1650 Striper for sale. The message came complete with pictures. It was such a beautiful boat, so well maintained and outfitted, that I wanted to repost a lot of the info here (including the pictures) as a source of ideas for other Wahoo owners.
A pretty common question about Wahoos goes something like, “I just bought a sixteen foot 1989 Wahoo. Which model is it?” I had the same question myself immediately after buying my boat. And Wahoo itself changed model names and trim lines year to year, adding to the confusion. So here’s a disambiguation on sixteen foot Wahoos…
Launched the boat today for the first time since pulling it out of the water for engine repairs four weeks ago (a story in itself for another time). I launched from the Nahant Town Wharf intending simply to test out the engine after the repairs and then dock at my slip at the Point of Pines Yacht Club two miles away. Wind was moderate out of the southeast and, as the tide was low and there are some rock piles along that route, I kept my speed down and my eye on the depth finder. After rounding Bass Point I headed out towards open water. The finder was showing a steady seven feet so I opened her up a little and suddenly BAM!!!! The whole boat shuddered and stopped. I didn’t know what happened…thought maybe a couple of the engine mount bolts failed–that’s how severe the shock was. But looking down over the side I saw right away I’d run onto a rock pile and had struck a large rock. I was in two to three feet of water but the depth finder still read seven feet. Killed the engine, titled it up, and sat there a little dumbfounded as the wind and current pushed me away from the rocks, feeling very sheepish and wondering just how badly I’d injured myself.