Bronze Stem Metal, Catching the Afternoon Sun

Partially Completed Deck Box

Bill Brown and Bud are working hard in the engine room. They’ve constructed a mock-up of the mufflers and generator in an attempt to fit everything in this small engine room. It’s like fitting a size twelve foot into a size ten shoe. Bill has made his final measurements and is drilling bolt holes for the engine beds. Bud is making the two gutter systems for the air intake boxes. This will drain any water that happens to find its way in to the highly baffled air intakes.

Bill Brown Installing Engine Mounts

Leonard and his crew, Jon Lewis, Bill Davis, and Stuart Wilde, have worked to bring the bottom to a nice fared surface. Pictured below is a detail of the chine, showing how the trailing edges have been cleaned up and squared off to give exiting water a clean break from the transom. Also below is a view of the waterjets from the bottom, displaying the grillwork which will strain out large chunks of debris that may be sucked into the jets. The jets have been placed in their exact location and all the holes drilled. The next time they come out will be to apply the bedding compound that will seal them into place permanently. At that time the bottom, in the vicinity of the jets, will be carefully fared in to eliminate any turbulance that may occur around the jet intakes.

The master head is being built. Shown here is the Headhunter Toilet and the RV-sized bathtub (built by jacuzzi). After contemplating the practicality of building the bathtub out of divinycell and then fiberglassing and faring it, a long process that could cost well over a thousand dollars, Bryan located the RV sized tub for under two hundred dollars, and was still able to cut about six inches off it to make it fit the room.

Master Stateroom Head

Fish Doc was in Alligator, NC on the eve of the terrorism. Several Vietnamese families have taken up residence there in Tyrrell County to make a living in the crab fishery. “The number of crabbers instantly doubled,” said crab dealer and Army veteran Willy Phillips. “Their presence was unwelcomed because local fishermen feared the competition.” Phillips headed up an effort to manage the crab fishery and limit the numbers of pots. But meanwhile relationships have improved, and Phillips caters to several Vietnamese fishermen. “They’re hard workers. They’re some of my best crabbers!” Lonnie, a forty-nine year old single mother of five, was unloading at Phillips’ fish house. Phillips helped her secure a fishing license a couple of years ago – now she owns her own boat and works 850 pots. This was a good reminder that people of different stripes can work together and respect each other as neighbors despite the lunacy of bad politics, zealous leaders, or troubled histories. Signing off for now, Barbara “Fish Doctor” Blake