The greatness of a canoe is measured by her spot at the dock. The favoured boats stay out front in the calm and in the lees when the waves roll down the sound. Of them all, the Princecraft has to be the best. The aluminum has aged into a fine battleship grey and the interior powder blue is classic and timeless. With the sharpest welded seam prow and a tacked keel, she tracks well despite having relatively high gunwhales for the wind to buffet. And the rise of the stem lets her cut through some serious chop like a gem. That soft double chine adds to the effective beam when loaded down and she becomes even more stable. Alone, floating, in a dead calm, the Princecraft almost isn't touching the water at all. Like magic.
Every morning when I wake up that canoe is the first thing I think about. When I get home I will grab the fishing pole and place the rock in the bow and take the storm paddle and head out onto the river. Don't look for me at the breakfast table.
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