Hey wait a minute, my canoe is basically a glassed wood/canvas canoe. Came that way from the factory, and I have to say I prefer it to the look of a stripper, but that comes from a lifetime of looking at it. 
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Sin - or- how to violate a canoe
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Ohhh yukkk. At least it is finish sanded and doesnt have huge gaps between the planking. Crack a couple of ribs and fix them with sheet metal patches and roofing tar, then take the seats out and put in plywood like that swift, maybe slap a couple of chestnut stickers on her, some big eye bolts through the stems for painter lines and yer groovin baby.
Christy
Christy
I don't generally care about what other people's canoes look like, what they carry in them (apart from loud boom boxes), what they sit on, how they paddle them or what they paddle them with. But one thing that drives me nuts every time I see it , and I have seen it many times, is when a tandem team deliberately
grounds the bow stem of the boat up onto an inclined concrete boat ramp so that the bow paddler can get out without getting his or her toes wet.
The bow paddler typically then attempts to drag the canoe up the concrete ramp with the stern paddler still aboard so that they can exit with dry feet. The only saving grace is that while attempting to ascend this unstable teeter-totter, the stern paddler often falls in the drink providing comic relief.
grounds the bow stem of the boat up onto an inclined concrete boat ramp so that the bow paddler can get out without getting his or her toes wet.
The bow paddler typically then attempts to drag the canoe up the concrete ramp with the stern paddler still aboard so that they can exit with dry feet. The only saving grace is that while attempting to ascend this unstable teeter-totter, the stern paddler often falls in the drink providing comic relief.
"The bow paddler typically then attempts to drag the canoe up the concrete ramp with the stern paddler still aboard so that they can exit with dry feet. The only saving grace is that while attempting to ascend this unstable teeter-totter, the stern paddler often falls in the drink providing comic relief. "
Now you know the need for those big, ugly, Kevlar skidplates
Now you know the need for those big, ugly, Kevlar skidplates
Yeah, that beach rash thing. I was once in the bow with somebody, my son I think, and as I paused well out from shore to allow him to make a move he dug in for one more mighty forward thrust...driving me in my once new blem free canoe up and onto the gravelly beach. I winced but kept my cool. I love my son after all. The canoe is replaceable, my son is incomparable. I turned and explained in a shaky squeaky voice why I didn't mind an extra few paces through water and down the portage path. It drives me nuts when I see others do that. I can still hear the ghostly screams of Kev clearcoat shrieking, echoing through lofty pines on a sunny afternoon in August. Some of those screams might've been mine.
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