This incident happened a couple of months ago but I still giggle over it. Partly because it serves as a good example of the scrapes my brothers get themselves into.
Daniel and Darin went in together and bought a ski boat. A VERY nice ski boat. As Darin wants to compete with wake boarding (and may be sponsered so I hear:), he needed a good boat with a……hmmmmm…what is that word? The tall bar that the ski rope attaches too? Someone help me out here. Anyhow, so they purchase a real beauty and they love it. Personally, I wouldn’t purchase a vehicle of any description with my siblings. My thoughts on how one play’s it safe in an off road vehicle and there thoughts vary widely:).
So Daniel, Darin, and Aviel (our cousin) go to Lake Roosevelt for the day to fish, ski, and hunt. (They were hunting geese). At about 11:00 AM they were cruising along and suddenly hit a huge sand bar and completely bank the boat on this island. Important point – Daniel was driving NOT Darin. Unbelievable I know. I still wonder if there was some cover up going on because we all would have pinned this on Darin LOL. Note: Darin has the same focus issue that I do so no one would have been surprised if he got caught up in talking and beached the boat. Sorry Darin but true:)
Imagine Darin’s delight though that it was big brother that committed this error and not himself.
The three worked feverishly for hours and hours to get the boat off the island but to no avail. They were not dressed for an evening on the lake and they had no food (of course). At about 5:00 PM, they were worn out and exhausted and knew they needed to put plan B into motion. They hailed the sherrif (who also could not get them out) and the sheriff took Daniel to the dock where he drove home to get help.
The plan (as I understood it) when Daniel left was that Darin and Aviel would spend the night with the boat and Daniel would return early in the morning with a crew. As the evening faded to darkness, Darin and Aviel found that this plan stunk. They were stuck on an island with one coke and one goose. They were wet and freezing and starving. They got some gear and swam to the shoreline where they built themselves a fire (how did they do that I wonder?). They shared the coke and put the goose on a quickly built spit and ate it. It was the worst goose they had ever eaten. (And you thought I was just being funny and witty with my title). Somehow, they managed to get Daniel on the cell phone. Did they have a cell phone with them? Amazing they were within range. I bet there is a story on this point also. They insisted that there was no possible way they would agree to stay all night on the lake without food or new clothes so Daniel was going to have to assemble a midnight team.
Daniel, being the resourceful person that he is, managed to get Josh and Romey (and others…don’t remember who…Jodi?) and two more boats. They put several plans together figuring they were going to need backups:). The plan that worked included telephone poles and large tire tubes. They put the inner tubes under the boat, blew them up and then somehow manuevered the telephone poles underneath and literally rolled the boat off the island. The tubes were to protect the bottom. I may have this story totally screwed up now that I am writing it but I do know they used telephone poles and inner tubes. Jodi, can you help me out here? Post your edits and clear up my story. This is making less sense by the minute.
At any rate, they finally got the boat off the lake at 5:00 AM! LOL. Not sure they think this is funny but big sister certainely does:). Note: easier to laugh when you are not the one shelling out the mulah.
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For the record…Yes, I was driving, and yes, it is easier to laugh if you did not have to shell out the “MULLAH”. However, responsiblility for this incident should be quite shared. We were, in fact at the lake hunting geese and after an early morning success we were heading down the lake at a reasonable speed when we came between the shoreline and an island. I said, quite clearly, “Let’s go around”, Darin countered with, “No, go through”. I accepted the suggestion and proceeded with caution. As I cautiously brought the boat down to a reasonable speed as to pass safely through the precise middle of this gorge, Darin was sitting on the mid engine case high above the glare that I was getting off the morning sun through the filthy (Aviel’s fault) windshield. As Darin had this perfect line of sight he was responsible to make sure that our way was clean. In fact, Darin saw the bouy long before we felt the abrupt stop. He just figured that I must have seen it as well as it was directly off of the bow-directly in the sun to me. When we were just about on top of the bouy Darin made the low and nonchalant call, “Bouy”, to which I responded, “Huuuuuuugh!” For that is the sound you make when being thrown into a windshield. Darin’s face at this point was priceless. He looked flu sick. Face white, lips blue, swaying back and forth and such. As we looked over the edge to see what had happened it was apparent we were in big trouble. The 22ft. boat was completely resting on the only 22ft. plateau this lake had to offer. Six feet to our right the lake was more that 20ft deep and to our left it was at least 4ft., enough to safely float through. It was just that special luck that we have that drew us to this adventure. After trying hopelessly to manhadle the boat off the plateau we inquired of a local fisherman for the use of his boat and a rope. His boat did not budge us, however, he did take the time to inform me that I was likely to be ticketed as I failed to heed the warning of the now glaring bouy! Obviosly, calling the Sherriff was not going to be plan B. So, we got a bigger boat to make circles in front of us with hopes that his waves would be high enough to allow the boat to “surf” off of the island. However, the end result was that in the trough of the wave the boat could be made to have absolutely no water supporting it whatsoever. At this point and since we promised our wives we would be home by 4:00 we had no choice but to risk the ticket and call Jody, er, the Sherriff. I climbed out of the boat into the numbing waters and forged the 4ft. waters 20 yards to the nearest island where I climbed up to the highest point where, remarkably, I had reception. I entertained the Sherriff with my perril and they said they would send out their rescue party. While waiting we grew more and more sunburned and hungry, since we packed nearly no food since it was supposed to be a short trip. It was a beautiful day, however. At one point we even had 3 deer swim right past our boat between islands. They even swam back across once for a second look at our Leminy Snickett. Around 6:00 the remaining rays of sun were blocked behind the Westward mountain and the Sherriff still had not arrived. Just then they returned my call to confirm our location and they directed the two man party to us. Ironically enough, this was the same party of lawmen and women who had opportunity to ticket Darin, Dustin, and Josh just a few months earlier. Fearing recognition Darin pulled the celebrity menouver and put on his hat and sunglasses at night routine to avoid the possibly unpleasant altercation to come. Fortunately, they were so impressed with my lack of common sense in driving that they were entertained away from recognizing Darin. After 3 feutal attemps to remove the boat with straps we decided to leave Darin and Aviel with the boat and the Sherriff took me back to shore to get Darin’s truck whose transmission had gone on the way down the hill. About an hour into my drive down to Phoenix Darin called me sounding quite sick and requested that I abandoned the idea of returning in the morning for them as they were freezing, sick from eating an undercooked and unseasoned goose, and had run out of driftwood on the island and were now burning small shrubs that stayed lit only momentarily. I used my next hour to gather the troops and when I arrived in Phoenix most of the supplies were ready to go for the mission. We had tires, telephone poles, chainsaws, enormous beams, steel beams, high lift jacks, basically most of the items found in a junk pile. We loaded all of these items onto a trailor, picked up another rescue boat, (Special thanks to Romie) and returned to the freezing lake. Upon arrival we lashed all of these items together making a great barge that we towed across the lake to Darin who was burning the last of the weeds to show us the way. Getting to the boat we rigged up a giant pulley and lever system, jacked the boat up, rolled the telephone polls underneath and pulled it right off of the island. Perfect. (With the exception of the holes I put in the hull and the trashed propeller, driveshaft, and steering system). We then towed the boat back accross the lake, trailored it, and were back in Phoenix in time for church. And, as far as I know, Darin never got in any trouble for any of it. Thank you Lord for insurance and those crazy enough to sell it to us!
Daniel
Ohh Happy days!
Only the Zimmerman Boys!
I hardly know what to say but just had to let you know I had read the story. I don’t know why in the world you would buy a NICE boat… you KNOW what happens to the Zimmermanns. 🙂