Pretty cool. They were solid boats. Very kid friendly. Mine was a 74 1650 Larson Shark.
Have some great memories. Once, a bunch of my friends wanted to go fishing on Memorial Day. I mean a bunch. I thought five would be in the boat, but two friends, brought friends. I was the only guy they knew with a boat.
So, we went out fishing. Memorial Day is always good for fishing. People are sunburned, tired, dirty and packing up, ready to go home by Memorial Day.
Anyway, we're out on Pueblo and the rangers come driving up. Couldn't really blame them. Seven guys fishing in a sixteen and a half foot boat. Gotta be a violation there somewhere.
Well sure enough, the ranger boards the boat. She checks the fire extinguisher. "Not charged!" she said. I had another. She starts counting life jackets. Six adult jackets and two child. Uh oh. I hadn't accounted for the two friends of friends that came along. "One jacket short." She says, and then proceeds to runs wants and warrants on everyone in the boat and also checks our licenses. Some of you may remember this particular female ranger from Pueblo. Anyway, she writes me a ticket for $35 dollars. "Go get another life jacket." She says, as she pulls away.
Now, my buddy Lou says. "No biggie. seven of us, five bucks each." But, my buddy Chuck replies. "Nope! Dave. Your boat. Your problem."
We kept fishing and about an hour later, Chuck needs to pee. So, we pull up to midway island and he hops out. You can all see where this is going. He walks up the bank. While, I back out into the lake. He finishes up and shouts. "Hey! Hey! Come and get me." I simply reply. Nope. Sorry Chuck. My boat. Your problem." "I've got ten!" He yells. "Your five and mine." He's waving the money in his hand. I went and picked him up. After all, Cheap as Chuck always was. He was always a friend. And the story was well worth five bucks to me.
Oh, I've got a ton of stories. But they say, storytelling is for old men..
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