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After 30 years of my believing all remnants of my very first sailboat were lost, my brother emailed me a picture. It is the only evidence of a lot of fond memories. I was nineteen years old when I bought it. It is a twenty-six feet and double ended, double planked mahogany, gaff rigged, no motor, with eight oarlocks but only five oars. I'm told it was a Navy life boat. The mains'l and working jib were cotton canvas, the mast Fir. It has an outboard rudder and a swing keel. When there was no wind I would sit on the center board trunk and row her with the twelve foot oars. It has a brass bilge pump mounted on the aft of the trunk which works with leather flap valves.
And yes, that is a hole below the gunwale. I took it out in 1976 with eleven other friends and a keg of beer for the WAPE RAMBL'N RAFT RACE After sailing all day in the hot sun with that keg and some other spirits we came into Mayport. The guy I had bought the boat from had the helm and I had the bow line. He never turned into the wind but sailed her on a run straight into the concrete dock throwing me onto it. I somehow managed to hold the boat until it headed up. I hauled her out of the water and she stayed too long and the planking became badly checked. She never was the same after that. I had her for three years. So I learned the hard way about wooden boats. It was to be twenty years before I bought my next, a C-22.
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