Ever since I was a little kid, I remember my grandparents having a little boat at their pond. It was a boat that my Pawpaw took me fishing on when I was little and also a boat that helped trained some of the best gun dogs in the country.
My grandparents started Tealbrook kennels back in the 70's. They trained the first five master title dogs in Florida. In 1982 they had a boat custom made for their needs of duck hunting with a dog. In came the wigeon.
It's a little 14' 6" x 48" fiberglass boat with a middle bench. It's got holes for a pre made blind and shelves to hold boxes of shotgun shells. I've always loved that little boat.
My grandpa died in 2007 and since then that boat has sat on the bank of the pond. My grandmother refused to let me have it or even move it, for sentimental reasons, for years. Out of the blue, about a week ago, she asked it I would be interested in it. Obviously my answer was yes.
I got it back to my house on a trailer my friend loaned me. I've been working on getting it back into huntable shape. It sat out on the bank of that pond for over twenty years uncovered in the elements. I'm now in the process of restoring it to a workable condition. I hope to fix it up and kill ducks out of it and then pass it down to my children.
It's a work in progress.
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