The kicker we got with our boat would not start.  It would fire, run for about 3 seconds, and die.  Then I would pull and pull and pull and it wouldn’t start.  If I tried an hour later, it would fire for the 3 seconds, die, and the same story as before.  I thought it was the fuel pump because it seemed like it was starved for fuel.  I bought a new one for $55 and replaced it.   It seemed to help a little because it would fire more often, but it would not stay going. So I started looking at the carb.  I drained the bowl, and found that it would not refill by squeezing the bulb.  I had fuel to the fuel pump, so it was the carb it seemed and not the fuel pump as I thought. I cleaned the carb as best I could without pulling the float and needle valve, and put it back on and still no fuel to the bowl.  Now, it was getting serious, so I pulled off the float and needle valve.  I used to be in a constant battle with the oil stove on the Dutch Master, so I’d seen a float and needle valve.  After I got that off, I started unscrewing things that had a slot for a screwdriver (I later found out these were jets) and snooping around.  Then I went back to the house and found a youtube for the same carb.  Bingo.  It showed me a few other recessed jets to pull and other areas to pull and just blow out with compressed air and replace.  I never saw any gunk or debris, but hoped for the best.  I poured gas in the bowl when I put it back together to prime the carb, then put the carb back on and gave it a whirl.  This time, the outboard started and when I put the choke in, it stayed going.  And going.  I had the earmuffs over the water intake so I thought I’d let it run for 15 minutes to be sure it wasn’t just running on the fuel I primed the bowl with.  A cup of espresso later and the outboard was still running so hopefully  it’s fixed.  Now I have an extra fuel pump just in case it really does go out. Yesterday, I changed out the throttle cable on the 115 main Yamaha.  The engine starts right up and runs smooth but the throttle had been giving me fits.  I would flex instead of pushing the throttle wide open.  It seemed like I had to adjust the new cable further out on the threaded fitting than I felt comfortable with to make it go out to wide open but we’ll see next time we go out if it’s a fix or I should have adjusted somewhere else and end up with a good spare throttle cable. 

The bearing went on Ted’s 1986 F250 diesel last week.  Sara and I were on our way to a roadkill deer for the foodbank when without touching the brakes, the rear drivers side tire locked up going about 45 a mile from the house.  It freed up, and we nursed it back to the house.  We took the Yukon and got the deer. Later, I pulled the wheels and hubs and saw that there was no brake issue.  I cleaned up the brakes, then jacked up the rear under the pumpkin and started the truck and put it in gear.  The drivers side was definitely wobly.  I took the truck to one of our mechanics my nursing it at idle the mile and a half to the shop with Sara tailing me.  I typed instructions that I thought it was just the bearing and if was more than that to call me.  Well, it was more than that.  The mechanic made what he called a “temporary fix” instead of calling me right away.   With the $500 bill paid, I drove it away and it clunked about as bad as when I took it in. My mechanic is as honest as they come and I’m not disappointed.  He did the best he could. If he’d have called and said your rear end is shot, I could have paid him for work done to that point and had a wrecker take it to the junkyard, and not much would have been saved. When I got home, I replaced the excellent tires with the old ones – two of which were not so good but 2 in nice shape.  Then took off the topper. Then put it on Craigslist for free.  Two kids working the zipline called within 30 minutes, came by and took it for a test drive, and said they’d take it.   I should be able to sell the tires and topper for close to the mechanic bill and know I won’t remember any of it a week for now and will just have more room in the driveway and one less vehicle to worry about.   Haven’t been without a truck for about 30 years I’d guess.  Gonna try to buy a trailer to use for firewood and dump runs and use the Yukon to haul the boat and the trailer.  We’ll see how that goes.  

Scored a 10′ raft for the fall Yukon River moose hunt on Craigslist. It has a fiberglass hull and can haul 1400 lbs. It came with an 8 hp outboard and I need to take it for a spin to see how the motor will push the boat. The guy selling it was a plumber now. When he was a kid, I went with him and his dad their first time gillnetting as a favor to Len so they’d have a third hand to help. He didn’t remember. He’s trolling now when he can, and updated me on his dad.

Sara had warned me not to go spending a bunch of money just now, so it was time to start selling stuff I don’t use that’s in the garage. Sold the hydraulic steering I’d bought for the boat that sunk that I never put in. Sold the seats on pedastals and the magic chair from that boat, too. And the 12 foot skiff that didn’t work well as a punt. And the old 8 hp Evinrude kicker. That got me about to what the raft cost.

Got started on my empty woodshed. First I had to tear down the old one made with pallet walls. Then used the pipe from the net pens as a foundation base under the floor that was still good. I’ve been interested in cordless chain saws ever since we got the electric car. So I rented a Stihl one from Tyler. It came with the charger and 2 batteries. I’d read that the batteries could be charged in 25 minutes, but turns out that was with a quick charger, which the one with the saw wasn’t. It was a couple hours to charge. So, I could cut for about an hour with the two batteries, and then it was a few hours for recharge. The saw worked pretty well. I got about everything bucked up that was 2 feet or smaller diameter. I’m contemplating buying one, but they are spendy to get it with a couple high capacity batteries and a quick charger (close to $600 I think), plus Tyler said they can’t get the batteries right now, either. It was a pretty sweet deal for $50 for the weekend so think I’ll keep renting. Rest of this week I’ll split and haul into the woodshed then be good for the year. Got about 2 to 3 year supply now, with dry wood to burn this year.

Kurt called for help with the hydraulic steering on their new boat. The oil level was down, so we added till full and purged it through the fill hole, then took it out for a spin and it seemed to have worked. No sign of leakage so not sure where the oil had gone. I finished today with the saw so took it to Jeff to try it. I was on my way with Gloria to take her for more driving lessons. He’ll turn it in for me tomorrow cause he’s retired. Gloria is getting better and more confident in her driving, but still makes for a nervous instructor. She is applying to go into the Marine Corps, and we talked a lot about that today. We stopped at the gas station for her first time to fill up, and I showed her how to check the oil and where the other fluids were under the hood.

Got an email from Allieu in Sierra Leone. Solomon’s daughter has epilepsy now like her dad did. He said she’s under treatent, but remembering what a bitch it was for Solomon makes me sad. People believe you are possessed by spirits if you have epilepsy. That’s gonna be tough. For Allieu, he’s in a complicated situation where the site he was building his house on was approved by many different levels of chiefs, only to get the walls up and someone came and said they owned the land. Then, somehow the clinic where he works is on land owned by his family, so he’s trying to get the clinic to help him with his other property while they work out a plan for the clinic being on his family land. Oh Salone. I’m glad we’re here for them when we can.

Paul left a message today.  His sister had just left Petersburg for home.  He said “She enjoyed just looking out the window.  She saw shrimpers go by, deer, charter boats, orcas, humpback whales, seals, sea lions, and all kinds of waterfowl and sea birds.  Who knew?  I should look out the window more often!” 

Yesterday, I made an appointment for a 5:30pm haircut. When the call came in to go get the road deer, I forgot all about it til it was too late. Today I called at 9:40am and apologized profusely and got another appointment for 10:30am. I almost forgot again but luckily remembered in the nick of time at 10:25 and rode my bike the 3 minutes to the shop.  When I got there I remembered they only take cash. So I headed to the grocery store in the same lot to get money from the machine. I got 50 bucks out, then went inside the store to get some gum, and back to the salon. My haircut took all of about 7 minutes. When I went to pay, I could not find the money anywhere. Not in my wallet or my pants pockets. I retraced my steps across the parking lot to the store and asked the cashier if I’d left $50 bucks there and she said no (I paid for the gum with my credit card).  So, took out another $20, paid the barber, and back to the office. I figured $70 for a haircut was still less than Sara’s doo. I was hating being 53. When I got back to work, I took off my pants thinking I somehow missed the money going into my pocket, hoping it would be in my pant leg. No dice. On a whim, I emailed the store telling them I thought I dropped $50, and described it as two $20s and an $10. Not long later, I got an email from the store manager. Their employee had found it and turned it in. Back to the store and they were glad I was glad. IGA has good people. But I’m still hating 53.

Call for deer number 3 came in a little after 3 pm today. The dispatcher said the officer was on his way to put the injured deer down, and could I come salvage it. I said sure. I headed home, put on my coveralls, grabbed my knives, and asked Sara if she wanted to go. She said sure, and she got her work clothes on. The officer had dispatched the deer then moved it up gravel drive and put it in the shade and out of sight. We arrived to find a nice buck. Sara helped me put it in the truck. We stopped at our friends to get the key to the food bank area.  When we got home, I parked uphill, and dressed the deer on the tailgate, dropping the organs into a big round tote I got at a garage sale. I hosed out the body cavity of the deer, then dragged the tote of organs up the hill into our woods. We’ve got an eagle trained, I think, and I’m guessing he or she soon found it. Not much damage to the deer meat. I hung it by the head in the garage, skinned it, then cut off the hind quarters, then the tenderloin, the backstraps, the front quarters. Then cut off each rib cage with the reciprocating saw. I cut the back bone with the meat remnants into two, then cut off the neck roast. I hosed off the deer hair from the meat. I headed over to the food bank and got the meat separate into bag lined boxes and into the freezer to cool. Sara had, in the mean time, made a big salad and pulled out some venison meat pies for dinner and it was all ready when I got back. It’s satisfying volunteer work and good practice for next fall.