Cheryl and I were up the creek sunday enjoyin the everflowing waters of juniper springs when low and behold I looked up and here comes cntry on his new ride.From a distance it looked like the standard airboat cept a whole lot quieter.after getin his boat parked amonst the other airboats I comenst to inspectin his boat a little further .I reckon the thing that struck me the most was the exhaust system ,headers leading down to flex couplings ,stainless steal mandrel bends ,silver line mufflers ,and tucked in the bottom of the boat were two giganic stainless rv performance mufflers.
I then took a break to enjoy the fine fish that was supplied by hogskinr ( pan fish,fillets of drum ect ) and fried by soon to be head creek chef hunter even had fried water melon by woody.
At around 4 pm cntry was getin gitery ( a kid with a new toy),he was realy needin a rudder fix bad . We left the creek and got on the lake headin to the pasture I held a steady speed around the lake runin in the shallow water maybe 6" deep
cntry was varin his speed be side me speeding up past me doin 180's and 360"s ahead of me goin in the oppiste direction past me turning and the he would go speeding past us cheryl noted that once when he went past that his facial skin had wraped around to his ears she figuared that he must have been go in pretty fast .
Just before reachin the cow pasture I looked behind me and seen that cntry was comin hard along my left side . I stomped the throttle and got ole southern style skinned back and breathin while cntry shot around me leavin us in his mist .Through the radio shack intercom cheryl strongly suggested that I back off and give southerns lungs a break ,well more like ordered me to, but any how.
We arrived at the pasture and I must say cntry did his usual easy on the gas ,an rode were good boats can't go Me I was just drewlin for the oppertunity for a boat ride and cntry obliged.
Cntry eased off the pasture got on plane , then he cominst to twistin the ears on the 396,Bout the time the conner of my lips were touchin my ear lobes the motor went dead . Investgation showed that the carter fuel pump was havein a hard time feedin the mighty demon with fuel .pressure on the pump was around 7Lbs cruisin but at wfo I could look back and pressure would go to 2lbs and by looking at carb sight glass I could see the fuel disappear .Hated to see him have problems however in a since I was kinda glad ,at the speed he was goin was somethin I wasn't a custom to ,I just ain't use to ridin with some one that fast .I guess I know how cheryl feels when I skin it back sometimes. Any way the shake down run went well just a few minor setbacks.And other then bein a basob of an airboat the darn thing don't make no sound.
I then took a break to enjoy the fine fish that was supplied by hogskinr ( pan fish,fillets of drum ect ) and fried by soon to be head creek chef hunter even had fried water melon by woody.
At around 4 pm cntry was getin gitery ( a kid with a new toy),he was realy needin a rudder fix bad . We left the creek and got on the lake headin to the pasture I held a steady speed around the lake runin in the shallow water maybe 6" deep
cntry was varin his speed be side me speeding up past me doin 180's and 360"s ahead of me goin in the oppiste direction past me turning and the he would go speeding past us cheryl noted that once when he went past that his facial skin had wraped around to his ears she figuared that he must have been go in pretty fast .
Just before reachin the cow pasture I looked behind me and seen that cntry was comin hard along my left side . I stomped the throttle and got ole southern style skinned back and breathin while cntry shot around me leavin us in his mist .Through the radio shack intercom cheryl strongly suggested that I back off and give southerns lungs a break ,well more like ordered me to, but any how.
We arrived at the pasture and I must say cntry did his usual easy on the gas ,an rode were good boats can't go Me I was just drewlin for the oppertunity for a boat ride and cntry obliged.
Cntry eased off the pasture got on plane , then he cominst to twistin the ears on the 396,Bout the time the conner of my lips were touchin my ear lobes the motor went dead . Investgation showed that the carter fuel pump was havein a hard time feedin the mighty demon with fuel .pressure on the pump was around 7Lbs cruisin but at wfo I could look back and pressure would go to 2lbs and by looking at carb sight glass I could see the fuel disappear .Hated to see him have problems however in a since I was kinda glad ,at the speed he was goin was somethin I wasn't a custom to ,I just ain't use to ridin with some one that fast .I guess I know how cheryl feels when I skin it back sometimes. Any way the shake down run went well just a few minor setbacks.And other then bein a basob of an airboat the darn thing don't make no sound.
