The first drop I grabbed to unscrew came away from the canoe and was just hanging in air supported by the other 3 drops. The two rivets holding that drop to the gunwale had sheared. Since I paddled the bow seat I hadn't noticed it either time.
Quick work to drill them out and install new rivets. Quick in my shop, another story on the river.
That would make me suspect of every other seat hanger rivet at the least
Willie should tell the rest of that (another) story on the river.
I will say that I wish that I had been there. I will also say “Moi?”. Not me, I’m too smart to….er….well…maybe not.
I was paddling a just completed refurbishment, a fiberglass MRC Explorer*. The wood frame seats were slightly bent from years of use and abuse, but I re-used them.
Sanded, revarnished, replaced the tattered cane with webbing. I had one seat clamped down to the bench, stretching the webbing taut, when I heard a short, sharp crack. There was no visible damage, so I finished the webbing and installed the seat.
That first trip out my companions were in playful mode. I had surreptitiously removed the drain plug from a friend’s kayak and was filling his boat with bailer water when he caught me and a chase began.
I was doing my best to escape when there was another sharp crack and I was suddenly on my back, legs in the air, looking at the sky.
The first shop crack was one biscuit on the old, bent seat frame joint breaking when I clamped it flat. The second crack was the other biscuit giving way as I tried to escape justice.
Having caught me helpless his revenge was sweet. Or at least very wet.
*That Explorer was a dumpster-ready freebie, an early glass boat from MRC Waitsfield. It is still going strong 20 years later as a friend’s thoroughly abused poling boat. Those glass boats from the original MRC were built tough.