Cracker Larry

I'll take all 3 if they are still for sale.

Adjusting the idle screw won't help it idle better. Like Tim said, rough idle is usually caused by dirty carbs, bad plugs, bad fuel or starving for fuel. Making it run faster won't fix it, it might hide it. I'd change the plugs and fuel filter first.

Let's start with this... I've got no idea who's boat this is, but I took the pic in Los Suenos, Costa Rica and I like the name She would make a good present. And then we need to add some accessories like these on the flying bridge...picture credit completely to JetskiBrian, who takes some nice pictures! Yep, that would do me for this Christmas I might not live till the next one, but it would be a fine way to go

I admire your persistence Nice looking lures, I need some lures Need a couple of teasers too. About time to head south and look for some sailfish and dolphin. Maybe shoot a few fish while we're there. Cudjoe Key has got to be warmer than Georgia right now!

Thanks Tim OK, you asked .The good...Nice looking hull, looks to be in great shape for it's age. Certainly worthy of restoration if the price is right. The ugly...2 things would give me some cause for concern, both associated with the transom. First off, it is way too low for offshore use, it's too easy to take a wave over the stern. It possibly has a drop board or something to block off that hole? I don't see provisions for one, but for offshore fishing the transom or transom bulkhead should be a lot higher. Depends on your intended use of the boat, but that in itself would make me pass on it, if offshore fishing was my intentions. As a bay boat it would be fine, offshore it is dangerous. Give it a pass or budget for a transom replacement. That stern design isn't seaworthy. Second transom concern, that boat was originally set up for a transom mounted outboard, the bracket was a later addition. Unless the transom was fitted with additional bracing and support, the leverage of the bracket may have caused serious damage. There is also potential for de-lamination and transom rot if the the old engine mounting holes, and bracket bolts were not sealed properly. You'll want to check that transom out really good, or it could become a $4K problem. If it's selling cheap it would be worth it, but there are a lot of newer boats on the market right now for cheap. I think I'd keep looking unless you could buy it real cheap.

That was funny. Del, try posting the location of the boat. Maybe some kind soul here will be close and measure it for you. I'd be glad to, if it was near me.

Tim, Pursuit has a great reputation for building a quality, sound hull that holds up well. They are not noted for top of the line rigging, but their hulls generally hold up without the many problems you see on a lot of older boats. It's a solid design. I fish on a Pursuit 26 about once a month in the GOM out of Tampa. We routinely run 80-100 miles offshore and even in 6' seas she is well behaved. A lot of the Pursuits were designed by Jacques Mertens, who knows what he's doing He is also the designer of my Dory skiff. See these 2 boat reviews by David Pascoe to get an idea of construction. They aren't the same boat, but they are built in the same plant. Hope this helps you some. http://www.yachtsurvey.com/boatreviews/pursuit_2855.htm http://www.yachtsurvey.com/boatreviews/pursuit_3000_offshore.htm As far as a decent price, there are 3 things that control boat price, quality, condition and condition Can you send me some pictures?

I think his problem with that is, he's 300 miles from the boat

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Good call Wiley. Don't let your site get contaminated with that trash.

Gulf of Mexico off Tarpon Springs. Emptying bait traps at sunrise.

Great pictures Rick! You are as good a photographer as you are a fisherman. Fantastic

OK, how about a Christmas story? Christmas With Louise: As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. "Love Dolls" come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. I can't wait until next Christmas!

An elderly woman walked into the Royal Bank of Canada one morning with a purse full of money. She wanted to open a savings account and insisted on talking to the president of the Bank because, she said, she had a lot of money. After many lengthy discussions (after all, the client is always right) an employee took the elderly woman to the president's office. The president of the Bank asked her how much she wanted to deposit. She placed her purse on his desk and replied, '$165,000'. The president was curious and asked her how she had been able to save so much money . The elderly woman replied that she made bets. The president was surprised and asked, 'What kind of bets?' The elderly woman replied, 'Well, I bet you $25,000 that your testicles are square.' The president started to laugh and told the woman that it was impossible to win a bet like that. The woman never batted an eye. She just looked at the president and said, 'Would you like to take my bet?' Certainly, replied the president. 'I bet you $25,000 that my testicles are not square. 'Done', the elderly woman answered. 'But given the amount of money involved, if you don't mind I would like to come back at 10 ' clock tomorrow morning with my lawyer as a witness.' 'No problem', said the president of the Bank confidently. That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there was no way he could lose the bet. The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman arrived at the president's office with her lawyer and acknowledged the $25,000 bet made the day before that the president's testicles were square. The president confirmed that the bet was the same as the one made the day before. Then the elderly woman asked him to drop his pants etc. so that she and her lawyer could see clearly. The president was happy to oblige. The elderly woman came closer so she could see better and asked the president if she could touch them. 'Of course', said the president. 'Given the amount of money involved, you should be 100% sure.' The elderly woman did so with a little smile. Suddenly the president noticed that the lawyer was banging his head against the wall. He asked the elderly woman why he was doing that and she replied, 'Oh, it's probably because I bet him $100,000 that around 10 o'clock in the morning I would be holding the balls of the President of the RoyalBank of Canada!'

Thank you

Nice pics Their fuel is very reasonable by Caribbean standards. Aruba is almost within sight of Venezuela and they have their own refinery on the island. The seas are generally HUGE! The wind blows down there all the time, 25 kts would be a light day and 40 kts more normal, with a fetch all the way to Africa. Every tree on the island grows sideways and points to South America All the resorts are on the leeward side of the island, the windward side is too rough for words! Yes, it is a very short run to open water, there is only one small harbor. Other than that, the island is a seamount completely surrounded by open and very deep water.

They should have dropped that bomb on Off the Hook instead. The asses in Bikini Island were much more enjoyable than the asses who have moved in to OTH. What the hell is wrong with those people This used to be a pleasant and classy place with a little boating content. It's recently become an unpleasant place with almost no boating content. I guess it's all about hit counters and advertising now, class be damned. Why don't yall all just post pics of your Johnsons and get it over with? I thought this was a boating site Goodbye.

On most tanks the sending unit is located right next to the fuel pick up hose on top of the tank. I can't imagine anyone building a boat that you can't access the fuel fittings

Cajun Sex Last May, Boudreaux married an attractive woman, Lola, half his age. After several months, Lola complained that she had never climaxed During sex; and according to her Grand Momma, all Cajun women are entitled to a climax once in a while. So, to resolve the problem, They went to see the large-animal Vet since there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in Pierre Part. The Vet didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his Momma and Daddy would fan a cow with a big towel that was having any difficulty breeding. This would cool her down and make her relax. So, the Vet told them to hire a strong, virile, young man to wave a big towel over them while they were having sex. This, the Vet said, would cause the young wife to cool down, relax, then climax. So the couple hired a strong young man from the big city of Houma to wave that big towel over them as the Vet suggested. After many efforts, Lola still had not climaxed! They went back to the Vet. The Vet said for Lola to change partners and let the young man have sex with her while Boudreaux waved the big towel. They tried it that night and Lola went into wild, screaming, ear-splitting climaxes, one right after the other for about two and a half hours. When it was over, Boudreaux looked down at the exhausted young man and in a cocky manner said, 'And dat, my friend, is how you wave a towel!'

Just wondering

Ice maker, trash compactor, big pumps, power tools, air compressor, welding machine....Christmas lights (it's the season). Depending on the size boat, a PTO to the drive shaft for back up propulsion is also a common use.

I'm also wondering why I'd need your help to rent my boat to my family and friends No offense, but I don't see this being a great business idea.

I'd use Kiwi Grip instead. It's good stuff, easy to apply, tough, not too rough, and cleans up real easy.

What Rick said. Only with me as the Captain.

Yes, you have to disconnect the shift shaft. It is a small rod that runs up under the power head.