Stories...somebody wanted stories. Didja hear the one where I dragged my boat down, sought out the non-ethanol gas to fill up on the way down, looking forward to motoring around the lake to musky glory? See, I had spent early spring getting the motor running really nicely on the stand, and, Ace-in-the-hole, managed to convince Clarkman to ride the front of the boat, showing me how it's done and ultimately guiding me to sure success.
Except, at the dock, the motor wouldn't start. After about 40 pulls it was idling nicely at full choke. Hmm. Okay, well we motored up the lake to the first spot, where we just knew we were going to get 'em since a local had just told us the spot was holding musky, and idling down, the motor stalled. 15-20 minutes later (??) after about 75 pulls and removing two layers of clothes, the motor started again. I headed us back to the dock. It stalled out on the idle in, but we coasted to the dock. Barely.
I cast one of Clarkman's rods and flies off the end of the dock while he went to get his inflatable. So I guess I did go fishing. Got skunked.