I like boats. I have owned several. Nothing new and mostly cheap. Some were great and some were floating pieces of garbage. I have a habit of buying a boat only to sell it 6 or 7 months later. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe I just don't like having something I don't use, or perhaps I like buying and selling stuff.
I have owned bass boats, ski boats, and the worst kind of boat ever made, the 'fish and ski' boat. On a side note, the 'fish and ski' boat is the one most often to end up in random front yards, serving more as a back drop to waste high weeds. I don't have any research to back up my claim, only years and years of living in Kansas.
Searching for used, inexpensive boats can be fun. It can also be like getting a wasp sting on the eye. Not the lid or the lash, but the ball part. I took a direct sting to my eye ball last week. Let me explain.
I thought I found a great boat. It was perfect. Perfect size. Perfect motor. Perfect price. (Cheap)
I called the man who posted the ad online. He told me the condition was a 7 out of 10. Not bad for a 15 year old boat. Said it was 'lake ready.' Told me it needed almost nothing to be perfect. He only had one pic online, but after talking to him for a few minutes, I was 'hooked', and didn't need to see more pics. Sounded legit to me.
The boat was located about 2 hours away from Wichita. I have learned that sometimes you have to travel to get the best deals on the stuff you want most. I wasn't worried. I had a great feeling about this boat.
Up early, I hit the road with high hopes. I brought along an old pal of mine. He's a boat mechanic. He was going to check the motor and make sure everything was up to par.
We talked boats on the way, and 2 hours later, down several dirt roads, in the middle of rural Kansas, I pulled up next to the boat of my dreams.
Before I even stepped out of my truck, I already knew. I knew I had just drove 2 hours to look at a floating pile of refuse. It was NOT the boat described. Not a 7 out of 10, but a 2 out of 20, and I'm giving it a 2 just '2' be nice.
I was respectful. I got out, looked at the boat and my pal checked the motor. I pretended to be interested, but to be honest, I wasn't even going to make an offer. His asking price higher than a flock of snow boarders living in Colorado. I don't like low balling or insulting people, so I just passed.
But that's hunting used boats. Sometimes you win, but mostly you drive hundreds of miles to look at a bag of waste on a rusty trailer.