The Latest and Greatest Adventure by Don A. Weber
It all started on Tuesday, October 17th at 12::00
noon. My buddy
and customer, Frank Smith, invited me to go floundering. He is
the
guy who had a fishing cabin on the Intracoast Waterway, North of Port
Mansfield.
His cabin was near the mouth of the North land cut. The reason I
say "had" is because last year it got struck by lightning. That
didn't
destroy it but caused some havoc. Then in May a barge side swiped
it, while him and some other guys were in it, asleep. It knocked
everybody out of bed. Plus the barge ran over his 21 foot boat he
had tied to the pier. It moved the entire cabin, built on
saltwater
treated, telephone post that were driven 8 feet into the ground, two
feet.
The barge hit some other cabins also. The captain had gone to
Mexico
and was sleeping off a hangover. He put a deckhand in command to
pilot the tug and he wasn't very good at it. The barge ran
aground
but the tug has so much power that it pushed it back into the
channel.
Now to finish it off, Hurricane Bret went though last year and blew the
cabin away. It blew all the cabins away or left them in
shambles.
Now he is rebuilding and has the pier finished along with the platform
where the new cabin will be built. It will be a one
room
structure about 18 by 30 feet. He has also finished a small tool
shed where he plans on storing a 4-wheeler, ATV. However, since I
took him out on the Hovercraft yesterday, he may change his mind and
get
a Hovercraft. I will tell you that, later in this story. It
was rather exciting.
OK, back to the fishing story. About 15 miles West
of Port Mansfield,
on the highway, I passed a large buck on the side of the road, near the
fence line. At first I thought it was a doe, but when he raised
his
head you could see he was at least an 8 pointer. Another 2 miles
down the road, I almost ran over a bigger buck. This one had to
have
at least 10 points. It was running along side the pavement, in
the
grass, and I really had to slow down because I thought it would dart in
front of me. It didn't so I went on. Then about another
mile
or so there was a wild boar in the other lane. It had been run
over
by a car.
I arrived in Port Mansfield, found Frank, and finally
got his boat in
the water at 8:30 p.m. He couldn't get it started because his son
had run it completely out of gas. Plus he still had to load the
boat
with all the gear for floundering. You know, the beer, food, gigs
and of course the batteries, lights and floats for the batteries, etc.
Now, it is dark, without a moon in sight. Off we
go into the pitch,
black darkness with a spot light in my hand. Frank was piloting
the
boat and I was looking for green and red markers to guide us out the
East
cut that leads into the Gulf of Mexico. We went from maker 31,
leaving
the harbor, to marker 11. Frank said it was about 8 miles.
We anchored at maker 11, got out of the boat and started walking.
We walked all the way to marker 6. We could hear the waves pound
the shore of the Gulf of Mexico. I had a gig in one hand, light
in
the other and dragging a 12 volt car battery behind me on a floating
piece
of styrofoam. The gig had three prongs and I was sure glad it
did.
The way those flounders fought, we would have lost them with only a one
prong gig. I worked close to the shore, about eight to ten feet
out
and Frank walked in the knee deep water about twenty feet out. I
gigged about 3 flounder before I figured out how to judge the length of
them in the water. After that, I saw about 25 or 30 flounder, but
they were all under the 14 inch limit. We did end up with two
keepers,
one was 15 inches and the other 20 inches. After cleaning them we
netted
a total of 5 pounds of flounder meat. I had lots of fun and now I
know how to flounder and where to go floundering.
After walking for two miles we turned around and walked
back, another
two miles to the boat. A guy by the name of Charlie Williams had
gone with us but he was in the boat waiting for us. Charlie is 70
years old and is a retired football coach. We decided to start
walking
back towards Port Mansfield, but this time we drug the 21 foot boat
with
us. Well, we made Charlie drag the boat. Frank and I
walked,
each dragging a battery, a light and gig. Charlie also had
a gig and a light, but his battery was on the boat. At about 3:00
a.m., I finally got tired and jumped into the boat Charlie was
pulling.
By the way, this is the same boat that got sunk by the barge.
Frank
fixed it back up and it is fine now.
After getting the boat stuck one time on a sand bar we
finally got back
to Port at 4:30 a.m. What a night, what a night.
I am up again at 7:30 a.m. and start fishing off the
pier in front of
Myrna's house in Port Mansfield. Myrna is Frank's accountant at
his
Toyota dealership in McAllen. Frank use's the house during the
week
and Myrna use's it on the weekends. That is when Frank is not up
in Alaska fishing. He went to Alaska this past July, for a month,
and brought back 350 pounds of fish. Mainly it was
Salmon.
Frank's thing is watching football on TV and fishing. That is all
he does, or at least that is all I ever see him do.
We fooled around all day Wednesday fishing, off the
pier, and getting
ready for our voyage to the new cabin site for all night fishing.
I wanted to take the Hovertechnics, model 2+2, Hovercraft along so we
could
use it in the flats where his boat won't go. We left Port at 5:00
p.m. for the 35 minute boat ride to the North land cut. I took
off
with the Hovercraft first to see how it would do.
I got it launched, with an audience, and chugged out of
the Port into
the deeper water. The swells were about 18 inches to 2 feet and I
was moving slow. It would have taken me about an hour and a half
to get out there. I changed my mind and headed back to the harbor
just in time to catch Frank, Terry Leonard, a friend, and Sonny
Langford,
the commercial fisherman, coming out. I met up with them
and
we all went back to the boat ramp. I flew the Hovercraft up the
boat
ramp, to my amazement. As I landed on the parking lot a lady
comes
driving up and asked if I was the pilot of the Hovercraft. I
thought
to myself, this is really getting to be a pain in the butt with
everybody
wanting to talk to me about the Hovercraft. I responded to her,
yes
it was me. She then laid into me, scolding me for going too fast
in the harbor. She said that I was doing fine going out but came
back in too fast. She caught me off guard with her lambasting
tone
of voice. She had a beat up old car and about in her late
twenties
or early thirties. Not bad looking but kind of scrubby.
After she chewed me out a bit, I asked her who she
was. She said
that she was the Harbor Master. I was shocked. I then told
her that I was sorry and explained to her how a Hovercraft works.
I told her I was coming in from large swells with the throttle wide
open
and only going about 5 miles an hour. When I hit the smooth water
of the harbor, the Hovercraft took off. It just so happens that
was
right in front of the Harbor Master's watch tower. She then kept
harping on the fact that I was going too fast. I became impatient
and asked her. Why do you think that every body needs to slow
down
to a crawl while in the harbor? She told me because of the wake
it
makes and it will rock all the boats in the harbor. I then told
her
that she was 100 percent correct. I asked her if I rocked any
boats
in the harbor. She said that she did not notice any
wake.
I told her that she was very observant and correct. A Hovercraft
does not make a wake. That threw her off guard and then started
to
stumble in her speech. She didn't know what to say next. I
just smiled at her and told her I was sorry and that I would be more
careful
next time. I walked away and left her sitting in her car with a
bewildered
look on her face.
I then shouted for Sonny to bring me the keys to the
Van. He had
helped me launch the Hovercraft and drove the Van and trailer over to
the
parking lot. Guess what, he didn't have the keys. Here we
go
again. The keys locked in the Van and me not having a spare with
me. What an idiot. After trying to figure out what to do I
walked back to the dock where Frank and Terry were waiting in the
boat.
I was thinking of words to describe Frank's friend, Sonny. Look
here,
there are my keys laying on the side of the boat ramp about three
inches
from the water. You talk about luck.
Off we go towards the North land cut and an evening of
fishing under
the lights. It took us 48 minutes because of the rough
water.
We arrived, set up the lights, generator, etc. and started
fishing.
We fished until 1:30 a.m. I finally got tired of catching
fish.
I went 8 casts in a row with catching a fish on each cast. Most
of
the time I would catch a fish every other cast. It got to the
point
where it was no fun anymore. All the Trout were from 13 to 14
3/4
inches. We only got four Trout 15 inches or longer. The
longest
one was 18 inches. Terry and I were the only ones fishing.
Frank was all worn out from Floundering the night before and Sonny is a
commercial fisherman and was not interested in fishing. He told
us
that we weren't going to catch any keepers. He was almost
right.
Hey, Terry and I had a blast.
I was up at the crack of dawn again. It was Thursday
morning now.
The fish had gone away, none to be seen in the water, like the night
before.
We broke camp and were headed back to Port Mansfield by 9:00 a.m.
It took 30 minutes to get back to Port because the bay was smooth like
glass. Terry and I went back to Myrna's house, he left after we
had
unloaded the boat and I got the Hovercraft ready for flight.
Frank
wanted to go for a ride in it.
It was now 11:00 a.m. and Frank was still over at
Sonny's house messing
with the boat. Getting impatient and knowing that the wind was
going
to start blowing in a hour or less, I went back over to Sonny's and
found
him and Frank having breakfast. I started urging Frank to hurry
up
until they stuck a taco in my mouth. Boy was it a good
taco.
At 1:00 p.m. we finally got off on the Hovercraft. I had found a
place in Fred Stone County Park where I could launch it and didn't have
to argue with the Harbor Master anymore.
Frank is 6 feet tall and weighs 260 lbs. He was a
fullback and
line backer for Rice University, back when they used leather
helmets.
He looks at the Hovercraft, sitting on the trailer, and asks where he
is
supposed to sit. I told him right behind me and in front of the
engine.
He stumbles into the craft grabbing the steering column. I am
getting
nervous since I had just fixed the steering column because someone had
bent it. Now I know how it got bent. Anyway, he didn't bend
it. With the trailer tilted down, I start up the engine, let it
warm
up a bit, and we are off headed across the bay. The craft is
doing
great. The swells are only about 5 inches and we have no
problems.
We head North, staying close to the shore, over about five inches of
water.
Frank is amazed since he has never been able to get this close to the
shore
with his boat. You can see the fish, all over the place.
They
are probably Red Fish. We are in Red Fish Bay. We go for
about
three miles and I stop to get Frank's impression. He has already
stuck waded up paper towels into his ears because he is right in front
of the propeller and motor. It doesn't bother me because I am
further
forward in the craft, plus I have a motorcycle helmet on. We
hover
up on the shore and make plans as where to go next.
Our minds are made up. We are going to attempt
crossing the ship
channel and go over to South Padre Island. To my amazement we
make
it with no problem. The swells in the ship channel are about 12
inches
by now. We get across it and head to the South of the spoil banks
(islands) on the opposite side of the channel that goes out to the East
Cut. In other words we are on the back side of the shore where we
were floundering Tuesday night and early Wednesday morning. We
are
now back into 3 to 6 inches of water, just hovering along at about 20
to
25 miles an hour. Frank is having a blast. We are hovering
from island to island. When we get to the shore we just keep on
going
right over the sand, avoiding the sand dunes. When we hit the
sand
the Hovercraft lifts up about 4 inches and the speed increases to about
35 mph, against the wind. This is the difference between hovering
over water and a hard surface. There is less resistance over a
hard
flat surface.
After crossing the channel, with success, and arriving
somewhere across
from channel marker 13, we stop to access our progress and have a
beer.
Well, we actually have two beers. I can't stop laughing at
Frank.
He is so amazed. We are now in an area where nobody goes, because
they would have to use a boat, then walk about 5 miles use a Hovercraft
or helicopter.
Off we go again across the desert like area. It is
just flat sand
as far as you can see. We decided to go to the next water
crossing
to get back in the East Cut, channel. We go and go and go.
It is not water we see ahead, it is a mirage. There is no water
to
be seen anywhere. We are, what seems, in a desert with sand dunes
to one side of us and nothing but flat area ahead, on the other side
and
behind. After going about 15 minutes at close to 40 mph, I decide
to turn back. Before I turn, I see a dog ahead and to the right
of
us. We pass it about 75 yards away. It turns out to be a
big
coyote. He is just standing there looking at us. I am sure
he had never seen a human in these parts. He was not moving
one inch. I start a wide turn to go around him. When ever
you
turn the Hovercraft you loose speed. We are now on the other side
of the coyote and heading towards him at full throttle. As we get
within 50 yards of him he realizes we are coming right at him. He
takes off running and the chase is on. He is heading straight for
the sand dunes, for his refuge. We are slowly picking up speed,
doing
about 20 mph. The coyote is running as fast as he can and we are
gaining on him. He leaps into the sand dunes and we have lost the
race. I am, now, about 50 yards from the sand dunes, going 40 mph
and the Hovercraft has no brakes. I let up on the throttle, a
little,
do a 180 degree turn and give it the gas. We stop, within about
15
feet of the sand dunes. What a ride, what a ride. It is
beer
break time again. Frank and I are having the time of our lives.
It is now time to head home because we are at the half
way mark in regards
to fuel consumption. Now we are heading with the wind and
registering
45 mph over the sand. Finally we approach the first water.
We hit it at full throttle. Being wrapped up in how well the
Hovercraft
is performing I forget that it might do a nose dive or a plow-in when
you
hit the water. Well, it did and next thing we knew we were
sliding
sideways. We came to a sudden halt and Frank and I went flying,
almost
throwing me out of the craft. I quickly got up and looked around
for Frank. When I saw him I could not help from laughing.
There
he was all sprawled out, half in and half out of the craft. He
had
such a surprised look on his face. Then when he said, "you didn't
tell me the Hovercraft would do this," I really started to
laugh.
We both stepped out of the craft into 4 inches of water and drank our
last
beer to relax after this episode. Now, out of beer, it was
definitely
time to head for Port Mansfield and the comforts of Myrna's house.
Arriving at the first cut we cross over into the East
cut channel and
deeper water. We stay as close to the shore as possible because
the
swells are now well over a foot. Our speed has decreased to less
than 20 mph. Now we are out over deep, open waters attempting to
cross the ship channel. The swells are now waves of almost two
feet.
We are cruising at a steady speed of about 15 mph and having a hard
time
because of the rough water. I decide to stand up to keep the bow
of the craft from raising because of going over the swells. My
hand
slips from the throttle and we lose our air cushion and momentum.
I rev the engine and try to get back up on cushion. It won't do
it.
The swells are too big. Still about a mile out from shore, we are
barely moving. I really can't tell if we are moving or it is just
the water moving. Port Mansfield is in site but we don't seem to
be getting any closer to land. The engine is revved to 7,000 rpm
and not much is happening except water spraying all over us and in my
eyes.
My glasses have so much salt water on them that I cannot see. I
have
to look over the rim of my glasses. Then, all of a sudden, the
engine
looses rpm and I still have the throttle in the wide open
position.
It went down to 4,000 and I don't know what is causing it. The
waves
keep pounding the shallow Hovercraft. Then all of a sudden the
engine
rpm goes back up and then down again. I shut it off thinking it
might
be overheating. Here we are drifting in the middle of the ship
channel,
still a mile from shore. My mind is racing as to what I can do to
salvage this situation. Stories of 6 foot swells were racing
through
my head. Frank had told me, earlier in the day, about the 6 foot
swells that occur, in the bay, when a cold front comes in. One
was
on its way, didn't know when it would hit.
I turn the key and the engine starts. It revs up
to 7,000 rpm,
like it should. We are off again at a snail's pace. What
seems
to be hours we finally arrive on shore about 15 minutes later. We
load the Hovercraft and head to Sonny's house, where the beer is.
It is time to relax and reflect on the days events.
After a beer we head for the local hamburger joint and I
have the first
real meal in the last 72 hours. Now, back to Myrna's house and
maybe
some fishing off the pier. I am bushed so I skip the fishing
after
about an hour with not even getting a bite. I leave the lights on
at the pier and the gate open, leading out onto the pier. In to
the
shower I go. I get out, grab my blanket and head for one of the
three
couches in the living room. Frank and I were sleeping on
the
couches so that we would not have to clean the bed linens in the
bedrooms.
Frank is sitting, watching football on TV. His plan is to watch
football
all night long. I can't sleep with two televisions going.
Frank
would have six televisions going if Myrna would let him put them in the
living room. All of them would have a football game on. I
went
back to one of the bedrooms, spread out my blanket over the bed and
fell
fast asleep.
Friday morning Frank wakes me up at 5:30 and tells me
that someone is
out on Myrna's private pier, fishing. I can't believe it.
Sure
enough there he was. We didn't bother him but kept an eye on him
to see what he might steal or bring back off the pier. Around
7:30
a.m. he comes in. I am standing next to my Van which is parked
next
to this guys car. He asks me, "this is the public pier, isn't
it?"
I say no and he asks me where it is. I point North and he
leaves.
I had left my fish basket hanging off the pier on a rope. I
wanted
to make sure he hadn't stolen it. When I arrived at the end of
the
pier I pulled up my basket and there was a 17 inch Speckled Trout the
guy
had caught and left there. That was nice of him. I took it
home and ate it.
Well I hope you enjoyed the elaborate story and got a bit of a idea
about the advantages and limitations of a Hovercraft ...
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