Drift Boat Trailers

I am thinking of buying one, but it needs to be able to tow my 14ft drift boat.

If your towing an aluminum jon boat and 9.9 hp motor, trailer, it should be ok....
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A Factory tow package usually has added equipment like a Trans cooler, oil cooler, different rear end gearing.

2008-01-13 11:08:23 by micropterushunt

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sat. my fishing friend and i headed for the skykomish river for steelhead the process for drift boat fishing is you drop off one vehicle at the take out then take the other with boat and trailer to launch up river do your drift beach boat and take pickup back to launch gtab pickup and trailer, you get the idea, well when i parked my truck at sultan take out launch my buddy pulls in to pick me up, there was a snohomish county sheriff [marine safety checker] i may comment i was glad of his presents see as how it was 4;30 am he then proceeded to do a safety check on 16ft drift boat going thru his list of items we didnt have a whistle or throw ring anyway my point is WHY retain fisher men at that hour when he darn well the reason to be there that early was to be first on water two things where can find the rules for drift boats and second how can i lodge a complaint, found out later from wsfw that he is well known for pissing fisherman off this way he did it at monroe ramp on fathers day
what i was trying to say this is a drift boat we had life jackets etc. but why oh why do it at 4;30 in the morning when time is important like maybe do it during the day p.s. i have a 21ft thompson offshore fishing boat i am soooo legal and welcome inspects because your around other people/boaters etc. I HONESTLY DONT THINK he was looking out for are safety

I understand how you feel...

Your problem is that the rules are the rules, and the law it the law. And the law states you must have a sound device (whistle, bell, horn) and one type of Coast Guard approved life jacket for each person on the boat. Also must have one Type V, throw-able type of PFD.

Now, you can complain (of course) all you want to... but if you ask me... (and I think that's what you just did) You are darn lucky he didn't give you a ticket resulting in a fine. In fact, if he wanted to be a "real jerk" - he could have held your vessel until you made it compliant. (Now in my book, that makes him a pretty good guy.)

Now he may have seemed a jerk, but he is not the bad guy or the boogie man. Who knows... someday that "sound device" or throw-able PFD, might save your own or your friends life... How are you going to feel about him then?

Happy & Safe Boating,
John

PS. The link below has the rules... they are federal rules, not just local. The rule for safety equipment is the same for all boats - drift boats are no exception.

2010-06-27 07:51:15 by exx_oregon_logger

I'm sorry that this is a bit lengthy; I have a confusing situation regarding smoking.

There is a wrap-around deck on each floor of my apartment building that also serves as a walkway to get the each apartment's door. New tenants just moved in below me this week and have been smoking on the deck. No one else in this 8 unit building smokes on decks. I believe their smoking is in violation of the lease but I wanted to make sure before contacting my landlord. (If it's not in violation of the lease I'll politely ask them to smoke elsewhere on hot days so that smoke doesn't drift in through our windows. We've got to keep the windows open to keep the place cool as there is no AC).

We have a lease document and an apartment rules document. Everyone has the same lease except for the two people who had their dogs grandfathered in before the building went pet-free.

Where I get confused is that there is a section on the lease that says this:
"Special Stipulations:
The following stipulations shall control in the event of a conflict with any other portion of the apartment lease...
3) Tenant acknowledges receiving a copy of ___ Realty Rules & Regulations and will abide by them."

The separate rules document says, "No smoking inside the building" and does not specifically prohibit smoking outside.

However the very next section in the lease states:
"Use restrictions
Tenant shall not use the property or dwelling for the following purposes without written consent from the management which may be withheld for any reasons:
1) Boat(s), trailer(s), recreational vehicles(s),
.....
4) NO SMOKING
..."

So the lease would prohibit smoking on the decks or anywhere on the property as well as inside since it also addresses parking lot issues, correct? Also the “dwelling” would refer to the entire building?? So is smoking prohibited on the decks?

Your Land Lord is the only one who can answer this. If he wants to enforce no smoking on the decks, then yes it includes the decks, if he doesn't want to enforce no smoking on the decks, it won't include the decks.

Make sure your Land Lord knows that failure to enforce it on the deck will mean you are leaving as soon as your lease is up.

2009-07-16 20:12:18 by Frank

2) Give an example of dialogue from the story:

3) What is the literary conflict in this story


I do not understand what that is.
Can you please explain? Here is the story if you need it.

Brown Glass Windows
by Devorah Major


Dawa, whose mother had named her Cheryl after her great-aunt, had been the youngest of four when her parents had packed her, along with her two brothers and her older sister, into the back of their Rambler station wagon and driven, suitcases piled on top of the car, and haul trailer full of furniture at the back, through the heavy dry heat of that Texas summer to the cool fog-filled wonders of the Golden Gate.
She should have known that it was all a fake. Two nights after they got there, Dawa’s father had loaded the family back into the car to go and see the Golden Gate Bridge. In retrospect, Dawa thought, when she first saw that the bridge wasn’t gold at all, but a bright garish orange, it should have told her something. But the way the waves glistened across the water, and the small sailboats sat like little puffs of cotton drifting across the water, and the hills everywhere, big hills, and steep hills, and round soft cloud hills rose out from everywhere ringing the Bay made her ignore all the early warnings. It was just like the picture postcards her Aunt Joline had sent to her three and four times a year since she had learned how to read. Just like the postcards, only better, cleaner, clearer, and full of sounds. There were fog horns that would push into your dreams in the middle of the night, cutting wedges in the walls of fog for the ships seeking safe harbor. And when Dawa stood on the edge of the Pacific Ocean for the first time, she thought that she was going to be swept up into the smooth waves in their thickness of blue, quietly lapping her toes with icy foam and seeming as close to peaceful as she ever again knew it to be. When Dawa saw the white-tipped waves, she was sure that if she rode out on a boat to the place where the sky curved around the water, and they touched each other, she would just fall off the edge of the world into an outer space of stars and comets and never stop floating. She didn’t care that the Golden Gate wasn’t golden. She didn’t care that there was no backyard, and only steep steps leading up to a porch you couldn’t really sit on. She even stopped caring that they had left their setter, Griff, with the neighbors, because San Francisco wasn’t really a good place for a dog like Griff that needed to run free.
From the beginning, Dawa loved the place as much as her sister Elise hated it. She thought it so much prettier than Texas. She loved the hills her mother always complained about. When her sister Elise took her to the park, she would go to the top of the hill and then lie down and roll to the bottom, arms stretched high overhead, the corners of grass and dandelion spurs catching on her lips. Then she would pull herself back up to the top, just to lie down on her side and roll down again, laughing and giggling at each bump in the long grassy expanse. But she should have known, she kept repeating to Ruben that night two months before, that night when she finally agreed to leave, she should have known from that first summer when instead of the dry still heat of Austin, and the pale blue sky, there was a morning and evening gray painted with a thick fl at brush across the sky, she should have known that there wasn’t really enough room in the city for her and hers.
She spent her first five summers in San Francisco wrapped in sweaters and thick socks. On the rare sunny two or three days they called a heat wave in the city, she would laugh as her friends complained about the heat, “You ain’t never seen hot. Why, in Texas it gets so hot the cows sweat, and the people have to wear ice packs just to keep working. Why, in Texas it gets, oh a hundred and ten, a hundred and twenty almost every day. Why, in Texas . . .”
Whenever she’d start lying, although Dawa never called it lying, she always called it explaining so you get it all the way, her friend Sara would pinch her arm real hard. “Wake up, girl. We ain’t in Texas and it don’t get that hot there. I know cause my grandma comes from there, and she told me.”
“Well, you ain’t never been there, so you don’t know!” Dawa would sass back and walk away mumbling to herself, “At least it was a real summer instead of the beginning of winter on the Fourth of July.”
Yes, she should have known that whatever her parents came here to find wasn’t inside San Francisco. Her mother always swore it was better here, that it had been a good move. Her father and mother had followed Uncle Lester and Aunt Lynette, who had come to work in the shipyards. Her Aunt Joline had come separately and worked as a stock clerk in one of the major department stores. All of them had spent years writing and calling Dawa’s parents to tell them to come out to California where the living was easier and the opportunity broader. F

Dialogue: “You ain’t never seen hot. Why, in Texas it gets so hot the cows sweat, and the people have to wear ice packs just to keep working. Why, in Texas it gets, oh a hundred and ten, a hundred and twenty almost every day. Why, in Texas . . .”


Dialogue is when someone speaks in the story. It its always in quotations "...."



The conflict would be a problem. So if something bad happens in the story, or somebody has a problem, then that would be the conflict.

2009-01-16 17:57:49 by Bob

2)Give an example of dialogue from the story:

3)What is the literary conflict in this story


I do not understand what that is.
Can you please explain? Here is the story if you need it.

Brown Glass Windows
by Devorah Major


Dawa, whose mother had named her Cheryl after her great-aunt, had been the youngest of four when her parents had packed her, along with her two brothers and her older sister, into the back of their Rambler station wagon and driven, suitcases piled on top of the car, and haul trailer full of furniture at the back, through the heavy dry heat of that Texas summer to the cool fog-filled wonders of the Golden Gate.
She should have known that it was all a fake. Two nights after they got there, Dawa’s father had loaded the family back into the car to go and see the Golden Gate Bridge. In retrospect, Dawa thought, when she first saw that the bridge wasn’t gold at all, but a bright garish orange, it should have told her something. But the way the waves glistened across the water, and the small sailboats sat like little puffs of cotton drifting across the water, and the hills everywhere, big hills, and steep hills, and round soft cloud hills rose out from everywhere ringing the Bay made her ignore all the early warnings. It was just like the picture postcards her Aunt Joline had sent to her three and four times a year since she had learned how to read. Just like the postcards, only better, cleaner, clearer, and full of sounds. There were fog horns that would push into your dreams in the middle of the night, cutting wedges in the walls of fog for the ships seeking safe harbor. And when Dawa stood on the edge of the Pacific Ocean for the first time, she thought that she was going to be swept up into the smooth waves in their thickness of blue, quietly lapping her toes with icy foam and seeming as close to peaceful as she ever again knew it to be. When Dawa saw the white-tipped waves, she was sure that if she rode out on a boat to the place where the sky curved around the water, and they touched each other, she would just fall off the edge of the world into an outer space of stars and comets and never stop floating. She didn’t care that the Golden Gate wasn’t golden. She didn’t care that there was no backyard, and only steep steps leading up to a porch you couldn’t really sit on. She even stopped caring that they had left their setter, Griff, with the neighbors, because San Francisco wasn’t really a good place for a dog like Griff that needed to run free.
From the beginning, Dawa loved the place as much as her sister Elise hated it. She thought it so much prettier than Texas. She loved the hills her mother always complained about. When her sister Elise took her to the park, she would go to the top of the hill and then lie down and roll to the bottom, arms stretched high overhead, the corners of grass and dandelion spurs catching on her lips. Then she would pull herself back up to the top, just to lie down on her side and roll down again, laughing and giggling at each bump in the long grassy expanse. But she should have known, she kept repeating to Ruben that night two months before, that night when she finally agreed to leave, she should have known from that first summer when instead of the dry still heat of Austin, and the pale blue sky, there was a morning and evening gray painted with a thick fl at brush across the sky, she should have known that there wasn’t really enough room in the city for her and hers.
She spent her first five summers in San Francisco wrapped in sweaters and thick socks. On the rare sunny two or three days they called a heat wave in the city, she would laugh as her friends complained about the heat, “You ain’t never seen hot. Why, in Texas it gets so hot the cows sweat, and the people have to wear ice packs just to keep working. Why, in Texas it gets, oh a hundred and ten, a hundred and twenty almost every day. Why, in Texas . . .”
Whenever she’d start lying, although Dawa never called it lying, she always called it explaining so you get it all the way, her friend Sara would pinch her arm real hard. “Wake up, girl. We ain’t in Texas and it don’t get that hot there. I know cause my grandma comes from there, and she told me.”
“Well, you ain’t never been there, so you don’t know!” Dawa would sass back and walk away mumbling to herself, “At least it was a real summer instead of the beginning of winter on the Fourth of July.”
Yes, she should have known that whatever her parents came here to find wasn’t inside San Francisco. Her mother always swore it was better here, that it had been a good move. Her father and mother had followed Uncle Lester and Aunt Lynette, who had come to work in the shipyards. Her Aunt Joline had come separately and worked as a stock clerk in one of the major department stores. All of them had spent years writing and calling Dawa’s parents to tell them to come out to California where the living was easier and the opportunity broader.

Dialogue usually means when two characters are speaking in a story.

"Literary conflict". I am guessing you've been talking about themes that reoccur in literature like Man versus Nature and Man versus Man and you teacher wants you to decide which one is going on in this story. I don't know what categories or labels you are using in you class.

I would suggest if you don't understand the question being asked you need to talk to your teacher and get extra help so you learn the subject.

2009-01-16 17:56:57 by Bob