Incredible.
I do believe I'll pass...
And Harry, I think you *and* Bayliner will both be glad you did. :-)
(Just imagine how'd you be able to squawk
about 'em if you actually had experienced owning one!)
>> Incredible.
And just imaging how he'd act if he had actual boating experience. There's a
huge difference between boat ownership and real boating experience. A
difference Krause remains clueless about.
--
Skipper
Might be fun to buy one *just* to have an endless list of whines...I
wouldn't have to go out in it, would I?
>> (Just imagine how'd you be able to squawk about 'em if you actually had
>> experienced owning one!)
> Might be fun to buy one *just* to have an endless list of whines...I
> wouldn't have to go out in it, would I?
That's not stopped you before.
--
Skipper
Jon N.
Uh, no. I would own a Bayliner. I already own 2-1/2 boats.
> Jon N. wrote:
>> That would be great Harry. Then you would actually own a boat.
> Uh, no. I would own a Bayliner. I already own 2-1/2 boats.
Yeh, yeh. We've been here before. Remember that Hatteras that suddenly
went poof when a contributor showed up in Jacksonville to see it?
Additionally, it would have been very easy for you to post a picture of
that mythical lobster boat if it existed. We know why that picture was
not posted, Harry. We also know why you manufactured a contributor who
claimed to have seen it.
Half interest in a canoe? Well, I doubt you possess the manual dexterity
to properly utilize the j-stroke. And that brings to issue the fact that
owning a boat does not necessarily make one knowledgeable about boats
and boating. Your primary contributions to this NG have been the
regurgitation of urban legends, flame, and boat bashing...and that
doofus looking picture of you with your plastic lunch bucket. We *did*
enjoy that picture.
--
Skipper
You know, Skipper, just because you keep repeating this lie of yours
doesn't make it any more true now than it was when you first made it up.
First, no "contributor" who "showed up in Jacksonville" ever contacted
me about a visit.
Second, while some loud-mouthed yahoo here did "threaten" to do as you
claimed, as far as I know, he never appeared.
Third, the boat was not kept in Jacksonville.
Fourth, without my express permission, he wouldn't have gotten past the
dockmaster.
Fifth, I'd never knowingly invite a loud-mouthed yahoo into my house or
on board one of my boats.
But feel free to pepetuate your lies.
> Additionally, it would have been very easy for you to post a picture of
> that mythical lobster boat if it existed.
It's still easy. But that doesn't mean I'll do it.
>And that brings to issue the fact that owning a boat does not necessarily make one knowledgeable about boats
> and boating.
Indeed, you are the perfect example of that point of view.
Sorry, Skippy, an old tired loser you are and an old tired loser you'll
remain.
> Skipper wrote:
>> Yeh, yeh. We've been here before. Remember that Hatteras that suddenly
>> went poof when a contributor showed up in Jacksonville to see it?
> You know, Skipper, just because you keep repeating this lie of yours
> doesn't make it any more true now than it was when you first made it up.
Well, I'm sure jcoogan would differ with you just as he did in 1997. Too
bad Dave Pendelton blew your cover on the only witness to the claimed
lobster boat. You *do* know what we mean, don't you?
> But feel free to pepetuate your lies.
But they're not *my* lies. You should be discussing that with Dave
Pendelton and jcoogan.
>> Additionally, it would have been very easy for you to post a picture of
>> that mythical lobster boat if it existed.
> It's still easy. But that doesn't mean I'll do it.
I'm sure.
>> And that brings to issue the fact that owning a boat does not necessarily
>> make one knowledgeable about boats and boating.
> Indeed, you are the perfect example of that point of view.
> Sorry, Skippy, an old tired loser you are and an old tired loser you'll
> remain.
Whatever.
--
Skipper
JCoogan? Is that the name of the fellow? You really are obsessed,
Skippy. Who else but an obsessed man would remember or want to remember
such useless trivia. Coogan never called me for an invitation and I
never offered one. Without one, he never would have gotten past the
dockmaster's office.
BTW, who is your next boat-selling victim going to be? How many times
now have you pretended to be interested in buying a large boat so you
could scam its owner out of a few days's use? At least three times, right?
And why are you still living in Kansas? Need the equity out of your
Bayliner to rent a U-Haul?
>>> Additionally, it would have been very easy for you to post a picture of
>>> that mythical lobster boat if it existed.
>> It's still easy. But that doesn't mean I'll do it.
> I'm sure.
Can we see YOUR boat, Skipper? I still don't believe you have one.
Dan
--
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must
have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that you
don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory.
And yet, I can't remember it.
-- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
I might still have a photo of Skipper and his current boat and several
shots of Skipper with his dream boats...if you want 'em.
One of them features Skip as Capitan Tostito...
>Can we see YOUR boat, Skipper? I still don't believe you have one.
Now you've done it, Skipper will *never*, *ever* show us his boat.
- - -
Tom (boatindude)
1998 Carver Mariner 350
"No Worries"
Mass to Florida
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----
Looks like an fat, overweight, ugly, over 50, balding know it all to me.
And it is just what I expected him to look like.
Excuse me, I am not feeling too well right now.......
> Skipper wrote:
>> Your primary contributions to this NG have been the
>> regurgitation of urban legends, flame, and boat bashing...and that
>> doofus looking picture of you with your plastic lunch bucket. We *did*
>> enjoy that picture.
> You mean this picture, with the poached redfish?
Yes, that one. Gawd, what a dork.
--
Skipper
Everyone loves that picture of me, if it is the one with me and the huge
redfish. It ran in union magazine about six or seven years ago.
At least I caught that fish, Skipper...the closest you've ever gotten to
a salt water fish is at the Wichita Red Lobster, right?
Splashed that Crappyliner of yours in salt water yet this season,
Skipper, or are you too busy replacing batteries in garage door openers
and your pacemaker?
> Skipper wrote:
>> Harry Krause wrote:
>>> Skipper wrote:
>>>> Yeh, yeh. We've been here before. Remember that Hatteras that suddenly
>>>> went poof when a contributor showed up in Jacksonville to see it?
>>> You know, Skipper, just because you keep repeating this lie of yours
>>> doesn't make it any more true now than it was when you first made it up.
>> Well, I'm sure jcoogan would differ with you just as he did in 1997. Too
>> bad Dave Pendleton blew your cover on the only witness to the claimed
>> lobster boat. You *do* know what we mean, don't you?
> JCoogan? Is that the name of the fellow? You really are obsessed,
> Skippy. Who else but an obsessed man would remember or want to remember
> such useless trivia.
JCoogan was a regular NG contributor for several years, as was Hidda and
that Bluefin fisherman from Massachusetts. I respected their
contributions. Believe you stiffed them all after lying to them.
Remember that promised bottle of wine? Mighty small of you, Krause.
Well, at least there's something to be said for consistency.
--
Skipper
>
> JCoogan was a regular NG contributor for several years, as was Hidda and
> that Bluefin fisherman from Massachusetts. I respected their
> contributions. Believe you stiffed them all after lying to them.
> Remember that promised bottle of wine? Mighty small of you, Krause.
> Well, at least there's something to be said for consistency.
>
> --
> Skipper
Your "belief" is as wrong as the rest of your life. And "Hidda" and I
exchange pleasant emails from time to time, if the fellow you are
referring to is the guy who lives in Hawaii. The last time the two of us
mentioned you, it was at least two years ago, and he wanted to know if
you were the same loud-mouthed know-nothing. I answered in the affirmative.
Give it up, Skipper...and go change the battery in your pacemaker so you
are up to scamming another poor guy trying to dump a boat that you want
to buy it, if only he'll let you use it for a week or so.
I'm amazed you still get away with that.
> Everyone loves that picture of me, if it is the one with me and the huge
> redfish. It ran in union magazine about six or seven years ago.
> At least I caught that fish, Skipper...the closest you've ever gotten to
> a salt water fish is at the Wichita Red Lobster, right?
Monster
Many years ago while skin diving off Guaymas in the Sea of Cortez I had
a most unusual experience. Had recently purchased a Mark VII power spear
gun and was taking it out for the first time. While traversing down a
long narrow channel in the reef, I suddenly noticed that the channel was
leading to a dead-end. As I approached this 'dead-end', I noticed that
the 'reef' had a mottled brown and yellowish tint and...and...and
*SCALES*. This could not be! Fish are just not that *big*... not as big
as a reef. I resurveyed the situation. No head, and no tail. Just a wall
of fish scales over 4' tall from bottom to top of water. Puzzled, I
looked above water and found the resting dorsal fin of a huge jewfish
touching distance away.
There I was, touching distance from this monster and hoping he wouldn't
detect my presence. Looking down at my brand new spear gun, I noticed
that the spear cord was *tied* to the gun. What to do? I backed off and
raised the gun, but couldn't bring myself to fire. Visions of the recent
purchase gone forever with this monster danced though my head. Found you
*could* sweat underwater.
I backed off further and quickly returned to the boat. Finding an inner
tube, I secured the spear cord to this 'flotation' while seeking the
help of others in our group. Upon return to the narrow channel, I
noticed that the channels end was now open. We searched, but the monster
was gone.
Don't know if these huge monsters are still found in the Sea of Cortez,
but the search still drives me to return to these waters.
Harpooned
The year...1955. As a boy anticipating an upcoming trip to the Sea of
Cortez with my dad and a few of his friends, I had a thought that the
trip could be made even more of an adventure if we had a harpoon.
Thoughts of sneaking up on a napping swordfish with this mighty weapon
drove the endeavor.
First, I secured a piece of 4x14x3/8 inch steel plate. Not having power
tools available to fabricate the 'masterpiece', I found a hacksaw with
an old well worn blade and a couple old files. Three weeks later, with
extremely sore hands, and a much better appreciation of proper power
tools, I finished shaping the detachable harpoon head. The vise work
produced a well shaped and very sharp instrument. The head was finished
by drilling a hole in its center for the line.
Next, I found a 10' wooden pole, line, and two 55 gallon oil drums. I
then painted the drums white, modified the pole to accept the harpoon
head, and secured everything together. All together, about a months work
of fabrication by hand after school. But with this gizmo, we were ready
for a whale.
Finally the day arrived when we were on the Sea of Cortez with the
'gizmo'. We'd been at sea for several hours when Roy, a friend of my
father, asked if he could use the harpoon. I told him, "Of course". He
then said, "You drive". He proceeded to take the equipment forward and
position himself in the bow pulpit on his knees while holding the
handrail.
He issued commands; port, starboard, faster, slower. I couldn't see a
damn thing from the helm. He then stood up looking very excited and
plunged the harpoon downward with a mighty heave. He yelled, *stop the
boat*! It was then that I saw the two wingtips of a large manta raise
above the water and return to turn the water to a foamy white. Wingtip
to wingtip this monster must have been 25'.
The line sizzled, and Roy tossed the 55 gallon drums overboard. The line
continued to run until completely free of the boat and taut to the
drums. I cranked the engine in gear and we were in chase. We continued
in pursuit for about 1000 yards when the barrels suddenly stopped and
then disappeared going straight down.
We searched the area for over an hour but never saw the white barrels or
manta again. The power it takes to drag *two* 55 gallons drums
underwater and out of sight must be tremendous.
Dad is now gone. Roy is retired and living by the Sea of Cortez in Kino
Bay, Sonora, Mexico. I still go to the sea in search of those damn
drums.
--
Skipper
>
> Monster
>
> Many years ago while skin diving off Guaymas in the Sea of Cortez I had
> a most unusual experience.
Skipper's "personal" boating and fishing adventures come from the pages
of travel magazines...
>Everyone loves that picture of me, if it is the one with me and the huge
>redfish. It ran in union magazine about six or seven years ago.
Harry, if that is really you, and I am not doubting you, nice catch!
Skipper, you've been watching too many re-runs of "Jaws".
Eisboch
Well, I'm not sure what picture is being discussed here. There is an old
photo of me in the stern of a 24' ProLine center console, powered by a
Merc. I've got a large redfish. Also in the photo, if memory serves, is
a small cooler. We were some miles offshore of the Jax jetties...
>> Monster
>> Many years ago while skin diving off Guaymas in the Sea of Cortez I had
>> a most unusual experience.
> Skipper's "personal" boating and fishing adventures come from the pages
> of travel magazines...
Well then, you've read a couple of mine. Think I've even contributed a
couple stories of 1000 mile cruises in a small Bayliner. Funny thing is,
I can't remember reading about *your* boating adventures, ever. Perhaps
you keep those stories with the pictures of that Hatteras and lobster
boat...or perhaps they don't exist.
So, let's read about Harry's boating adventures or discuss pictures of
the 'get home' engine on that lobster boat. Surely you have some
interesting boating tales to share.
--
Skipper
No, I've puked through a couple you read elsewhere and rewrote with your
turgid prose.
Think I've even contributed a
> couple stories of 1000 mile cruises in a small Bayliner.
A tale about a 1000-mile cruise on the interstate from Wichita, Kansas,
to salt water is not what I want to read.
> Well, I'm not sure what picture is being discussed here. There is an old
> photo of me in the stern of a 24' ProLine center console, powered by a
> Merc. I've got a large redfish. Also in the photo, if memory serves, is
> a small cooler. We were some miles offshore of the Jax jetties...
Bumming a ride, we note.
--
Skipper
>>> Skipper's "personal" boating and fishing adventures come from the pages
>>> of travel magazines...
>> Well then, you've read a couple of mine.
> No, I've puked through a couple you read elsewhere and rewrote with your
> turgid prose.
If you can do better, be my guest. Are you only bluster, or can you
really bring something to the table?
>> Think I've even contributed a couple stories of 1000-mile cruises in a
>> small Bayliner.
> A tale about a 1000-mile cruise on the interstate from Wichita, Kansas,
> to salt water is not what I want to read.
--
Skipper
Fish, of course. That's what I usually bring to the table.
Planning a run down Chesapeake Bay next weekend to the Atlantic, if the
weather is halfway decent. About a four to four and a half hour run to
the ocean if the water isn't too choppy. That part of the trip alone
represents more hours than your boat has seen salt water this year,
right, Skippy? I figure about 120 miles to the Atlantic, 120 miles back
and 100 miles or so while on the ocean. Hopefully, none of it will be an
adventure, but, rather, a rather pleasant ride down and back and
encounters with some willing fish.
Where will you be boating next week, Skippy?
>> If you can do better, be my guest. Are you only bluster, or can you
>> really bring something to the table?
> Fish, of course. That's what I usually bring to the table.
> Planning a run down Chesapeake Bay next weekend to the Atlantic, if the
> weather is halfway decent...
That's it? That's your fascinating boating adventure? Just local stuff
on the bay? Krause, you have no idea about *real* boating adventures.
Get a clue. Have you ever experienced boating adventures comparable to
'Monster' or 'Harpooned'? Thought so.
--
Skipper
Skipper, I am certain every time you back your Nash Rambler down the
driveway, you and your occupants are facing an adventure, with real
danger and the opportunity you'll all be killed before you get to the
Wal-Mart for your pacemaker replacement battery.
How many hours so far this year has your Bayliner been used in salt water?
None, right?
How many hours last year was your Bayliner used in salt water?
None, right?
Your only salt water boating adventures recently consists of borrowing a
boat from someone desperate to sell, using the ruse you were interested
in buying their wreck.
My gut tells me we get more "boating adventures" than you've actually
experienced when we shoot the modest rapids of the Shenandoah River in
our old canoe.
We don't consider driving down the Interstate a boating adventure. But
you do.
Now, post something interesting for a change, or you'll be going back
into the rec.boats bozo file.
>>> Planning a run down Chesapeake Bay next weekend to the Atlantic, if the
>>> weather is halfway decent...
>> That's it? That's your fascinating boating adventure? Just local stuff
>> on the bay? Krause, you have no idea about *real* boating adventures.
>> Get a clue. Have you ever experienced boating adventures comparable to
>> 'Monster' or 'Harpooned'? Thought so.
> Skipper, I am certain every time you back your Nash Rambler down the
> driveway, you and your occupants are facing an adventure, with real
> danger and the opportunity you'll all be killed before you get to the
> Wal-Mart for your pacemaker replacement battery.
> My gut tells me we get more "boating adventures" than you've actually
> experienced when we shoot the modest rapids of the Shenandoah River in
> our old canoe.
> We don't consider driving down the Interstate a boating adventure. But
> you do.
> Now, post something interesting for a change, or you'll be going back
> into the rec.boats bozo file.
You claim to be the "world's greatest hack writer. You claim to own
great boats. You claim to have experienced 40 years of boating and
fishing adventures. You challenged me to relate a fishin' story. I did,
and challenged you to post one of equal interest to 'Monster' or
'Harpooned'. Your response was less than compelling but did reinforce
the point being made.
Wanna trade varied stories of interesting boating adventures. I'm
willing. Your turn. Let's see, there's dueling through the turn with
another hydro and noticing the competitor's boat is quickly overtaking
you...sans driver! Then there's the Kodiak trip last November. Then
there's the... Ah, but it's *your* turn at the plate, Harry. You *do*
have boating adventures to relate, do you not?
--
Skipper
Harry Krause wrote:
> Everyone loves that picture of me, if it is the one with me and the huge
> redfish. It ran in union magazine about six or seven years ago.
Naw, it's the one you self-posted here some time ago, in your usual
narcissistic way.
-- Charlie
> Harry Krause wrote:
That is true. He did self-post that picture. Kinda makes you wonder why
he's not been able to produce pictures of that claimed lobster boat.
--
Skipper
> That is true. He did self-post that picture. Kinda makes you wonder why
> he's not been able to produce pictures of that claimed lobster boat.
Why haven't you been able to produce pictures of your claimed bayliner?
Dan
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