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DaveS
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Last weekend I finally got back out on the Yough with the pontoon to do some fishing.
Fishing was decent and you can check that out in the stream reports section.
The REAL turning point in the ten mile trip occurred in the last mile. Just as we came into the rapids known as the ” Rock Garden” I snapped the blade off my left oar.
Dammit.
Well the steering immediately goes to sheat and we’re pin wheeling thru the rocks, promising to render a half dozen fly rods into swizzle sticks.
All the while the broken blade bobs around us in teasing manner as though I’d always taken it for granted.
Dammit
I finally manage to coax the boat into a little nook. Anchor out and grab the net to try a retrieve the absentee blade. No dice.
Dammit again.
Adapt, improvise and overcome.
Search the bank side for a suitable limb and pulled out my water proof duct tape. I fashioned the makeshift blade in the picture.
We then Broke down all the rods and stowed all the valuable stuff.
Handing a PFD to my fishing partner I advised we might as well not take anything for granted at this point. ( it is technically the law to wear PFDs in Ohiopyle anyway. I usually do not but that another story)
We pretty much made short work of the rest of the rapids, but I do appreciate the other oars’ integrity through this endeavor.
You can never take water and the power of it for granted. I hope my experience and subsequently sharing it here serves as a reminder.
The Yough is always full of surprises and this day was no exception.
In the meantime, if anyone has any experience with oars, I am in the market for a few.
Fishing was decent and you can check that out in the stream reports section.
The REAL turning point in the ten mile trip occurred in the last mile. Just as we came into the rapids known as the ” Rock Garden” I snapped the blade off my left oar.
Dammit.
Well the steering immediately goes to sheat and we’re pin wheeling thru the rocks, promising to render a half dozen fly rods into swizzle sticks.
All the while the broken blade bobs around us in teasing manner as though I’d always taken it for granted.
Dammit
I finally manage to coax the boat into a little nook. Anchor out and grab the net to try a retrieve the absentee blade. No dice.
Dammit again.
Adapt, improvise and overcome.
Search the bank side for a suitable limb and pulled out my water proof duct tape. I fashioned the makeshift blade in the picture.
We then Broke down all the rods and stowed all the valuable stuff.
Handing a PFD to my fishing partner I advised we might as well not take anything for granted at this point. ( it is technically the law to wear PFDs in Ohiopyle anyway. I usually do not but that another story)
We pretty much made short work of the rest of the rapids, but I do appreciate the other oars’ integrity through this endeavor.
You can never take water and the power of it for granted. I hope my experience and subsequently sharing it here serves as a reminder.
The Yough is always full of surprises and this day was no exception.
In the meantime, if anyone has any experience with oars, I am in the market for a few.