You’ll have to excuse my delay on posting updates to the Stag Boatworks page, as there is little time for web work with a 1 year old running around and a boat project in the shop. Free time is at an all new premium.
When the stringer was finished, the holidays were upon us. That meant a few more people at the house to play with the kiddo, and a little help if it’s needed. This seems like a good time to mock up a motor location and check the hardware out. Of course, with her lineage as a commercial fishing boat, the prop was stuck on the shaft. I don’t mean a little, there were torches, real prop pullers, sledge hammers, you name it. Sadly, it came off with a sawzall.
Such is life I suppose, but that was a solid bronze shaft…
What was an amazing bit of luck is that the shaft length is spot-on. It literally dropped directly in place. The cutlass bearings are pretty worn, so those need replacing before we get everything bolted up, but at least it’s a fit.
The wonk that I bought the Malibu from did a sweet job of modifying the prop to work poorly (he says he never did anything to it, thought that’s how it was supposed to be). At least it’s in there for measurements.
Here’s a shot of the rudder that came in the boat. Obviously that’s not going to get used. A very, very kind soul happens to have the original rudder sitting in his spare parts stockpile for the only running complete Salty Pup I know of over here. He has it coming by post this week.
The local prop shop Precision Propeller did a sweet job fixing the wheel up for battle. It is set up as stock now, and they offered to tune it for free once the boat is on the water.
With a combination of cribbing, a 2 ton hoist, patience, stupidity, and a little luck, the engine went over the rail and on to the stringers. From start to finish it takes 4 picks to get it off the ground and sitting on the stringers, with a bunch of cribbing and balancing, but it works. One thing I did learn is that it is easier to move the boat on the cradles under the motor than it is to move the cherry picker with a half ton of steel 7 feet off the floor.
Not too bad of a fit, I was really pleased at how it dropped into the stringers like it was meant to be there. I have no idea how to line the thing up once it comes time, but that’s the beauty of building, you learn each step as you go.
This gives you a little scale for the space she takes up.
Now that the greasy bits are sorted out, let’s get back to the itchy stuff…