How long does it take to launch a sixteen foot fibreglass boat with a thirty-five horse motor–twenty minutes maybe?   And when launching it over a grave?  No longer. I pull up to the dock where three fishermen are gassing up, themselves already gassed to the eyeballs. Thank god my old friend Bill, from the river days, thought new to this “marina business”, is here to assist however he can.  As we launch and load the gear for my first death-watch trip on what Russell Martin calls The Foul Little Fjord, one of the anglers steps into the middle of our … Continue reading →