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Submitted by: cdavis on 10/4/2015
I purchased it off a man that had just floated the Snake River solo, as a final trip due to his age. When he saw my face as he was pulling to his front yard with a for sale sign on it, he must have seen that 20 year old sparkle. I asked him "how much you asking sir?" and he asked asked if I "would actually use it", to which I replied "yes sir!". He looked me up and down, smiled, and asked what I could afford to pay. I told him I had just done some odd jobs and might be able to come up with a couple of hundred dollars if I could get a couple of days to do so. He chuckled and said "oh to be young", and with out even a pause said "what 'cha got in your pockets right now?" I quickly began checking thinking I better give this guy a deposit if I ever wanted to see this canoe again. Between my wallet and my pockets I came up with $83.54. I held it out as if to say "please".
The old man snatched the money from my hand, handed me back a ten dollar bill, and quickly turned around and began walking back toward the house. He climbed the steps to his front porch and paused. He turned around as if to take one last look at the canoe and said "take care of her son, and she'll take care of you. We've paddled over a thousand miles together, Enjoy". He tipped his hat and went into his house.
I never got his name, but I would go by leave pictures of his old canoe on various bodies of water, taped to the arm of the rocking chair on his porch every so often. After a couple of years, and probably twenty photos, I noticed different vehicles in the driveway, and children's toys in the yard. I never left another photo and never inquired about the older gentleman.
I think about him every time I look at that canoe. He was absolutely right... I have taken care of her, and she has taken care of me. She has gently carried numerous friends and myself through good times and rough patches. Now she takes care of my children too. My boys have now began to explore the "path of the paddle" and through that we have found new layers to our relationship that will last a lifetime.
I never got a chance to actually thank the old man that sold me that canoe (for whatever I had in my pockets), but something tells me he knew exactly what he was doing when he did.
Submitted by: gmail98 on 9/3/2014
Its FATAL flaw, however, is its weight. This canoe is a brick. I'm 63, with above-average upper body strength, and car-topping this brute took every ounce of strength I could muster. Portaging would be impossible for me. I used it one season and gave it to a relative who lifts weights for fun......
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