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many years of self-denial (not a natural trait for any of the IS), Chuck
finally got the boat of his dreams--a vintage Grady-White Gulfstream.
He keeps it at the Londontowne Marina on the South River, near his home
outside Baltimore, five minutes on a calm day from Thomas Point Light.
From here Chuck can range north to the Bay Bridge and Sandy Point Light,
east to the Eastern Bay and Bloody Point Light, and south to the Gas Docks
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Well,
he can range there, but sometimes he needs a little help getting
back. This was the case on an early IS outing in his new boat when the
engine failed to start and the kicker (which hadn't been tested since
the purchase) proved recalcitrant. |
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thing the boat has full electronics and a good radio, not to mention the
ever-present cell phones the IS have, with age and painful experience,
learned to carry on all outings. |
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Being,
well, Idiot Sportsmen, the IS usually forget to take cameras on their
fishing outings, but as luck would have it Mark remembered his that day
and recorded these moments for posterity. |
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they approached the harbor, Bart sensed it would be important to remember
the exact dialogue that transpired at the dock between Chuck and the tow
boat captain. |
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Chuck:
"How much is this going to be?"
Tow
Captain: "If you have to ask, sir, you shouldn't own a boat."
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Tow
Captain: "Will that be Visa or MasterCard?"
Chuck:
(to Mark as the sound of shutter clicks becomes deafening) "You
don't have to be doing this, asshole."
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Tow
Captain: "Why are those guys laughing so hard? Are they friends
of yours?"
Chuck:
"Sort of."
Tow
Captain: "You're going to have to let go of the card, sir."
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Tow
Captain: "It's hard for me to watch someone be humiliated like
this."
Chuck:
"Let's just get it over with. Where do I sign?"
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Next...A
Nest of Starlings and the Great Tuna Carnage
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