-Ok so me and my friend Rico and my Bro matt decide to make these "boats". Why we decide to IDK but it seemed like a thing to do that would keep us busy. I live in Maple Ridge with my parents, and there is a lake behind my house (somewhat in a wooded area) so we figured why not "row our boats" in there. If anybody knows maple ridge they would know the amount of house construction going on towards the back entrance of the neighborhood (thats the part i live in) and with all that work there is a shit load of just free wood in the dumpsters that they have. My dad knows alot of the contractors in the area and grew up with Mark and Mike Alexander. With them doing alot of the construction, we can just go right up to the dumpster and do whatever.
-So my friend and brother go for a "air pocket" boat. With is basically a box with reinforcements on the inside keeping a simple air pocket (later this is called the lone ranger). I go for a flat bottom canoe style that ends up being like 10 feet long and 3 feet deep (later called the beached whale.
Ok so for the story we are building our boats and since like I stated before my dad is a contractor he has a shitload of tools, so we are cutting and drilling, and nail gunning. The drill was a battery powered dewalt and after like 3 batteries ran out, I fetched the nail gun. So since his bout was very easy to build he had all the screws holding his boat together and then the drill ran out so when I got to use it, it was dead. So my boat was held together with nails (bad idea)
-So finally we finish our boats and I luanch mine well the coaking around a small gap broke lose and my boat started to dramatically sink 50 yards away from any land in the middle of a fucking lake. So I started paddling with a peice of wood and my friend comes to save me on his boat. I get my boat to the shallow water around the dock where it sat (AKA "Beached Whale")
-My friend was stuck in the middle of the lake with no way of getting back and had been sitting in the same spot on his 3x3 square block of boat, and swims back to shore (AKA Lone Ranger...it still is in the middle by the way).
So he leaves and My bro and i go back for my boat in the golf cart tie off the boat to the cart...and my batteries all DIE. So i go for the riding lawn mower and tie it off to the golf cart and it gets stuck in mud.
-So the story from here is that I have a boat in the side of the water, a golf cart about 1 foot from the water sitting on a hill, and a lawnmower stuck on a downhill slope in mud, at 11:30 at night. I had started around 8.
Ok so i get my Jeep and drive it through my yard and around a lake and get my lwanmower unstuck. My bro drives that home as I try and get my almost underwater golf cart out of mud. As that happens the rope breaks and I get a 20 foot chain and got that out. I tow the golf cart to the house push it in the garage and go back for my "beached whale" with a sledge hammer and my chains.
-At this point it is around 12:00 a full 4 hours after getting the golf cart stuck. So i am pretty agravated so i just take the sledge hammer and beat two holes all in that shit. Throw the chain in one and oput the other and hual that thing back to my house where it sits halfway in the woods.

This is one of the stupedist ideas I have ever had and certainly will not try this one again . As for the "Lone Ranger" about 15 minutes ago it sat in the same place in the middle of the lake...alone