I am trying to sell plans for what they call a "sport
boat." They were used by guides to carry a "sport"
back in the backwoods to fish little lakes and rivers where light
weight was important because a lot of dragging and carrying was
involved to get to the best fishing holes. Originally, before
outboard motors, sport boats were called "guide boats"
because people were more polite before the invention of internal
combustion and only called the customers "sports" behind
their backs. I have noticed that the more the horsepower of a
boat increases, the less polite the people who operate it are.
In the olden days, sport boats were built like a wood-canvas
canoe. Old Town built them and so did Penn Yan and a bunch of
others, (especially in Canada) but the most famous sport boat
was built by the Grumman aluminum canoe company in Marathon, NY.
I have a Grumman sport boat that I have owned for almost fifty
years. It was ideal for my uses on the rivers, lakes, ponds and
sloughs around here. Or at least I thought it was until I built
my first "Grumman sport boat improvement project." Though
I copied the old aluminum boat pretty closely, wood makes a much
better boat.... The improvements were lighter, faster, planed
with less hp at lower speed, ran level and did not pound or throw
water like the old aluminum boat did.
Specifications
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Strip planked
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LOA: 16’
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Beam: 43"
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Weight: 88lbs (without
floorboards)
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Engine: Martin 60,
7.2 hp., National Pressure Cooker Company, Eau Claire, Wisc.,
1946... wt. 40#.
Performance
The boat will easily plane two adults with 3 hp. and will run
like all-get-out with this engine. I recommend five or six hp.
Plans, $75 pp.
Accurate with full sized mold tracings and complete instructions.
The first boat built from these plans was built by a high school
shop class in Greenback, Tennessee.
The story that follows appeared in Messing
About in Boats sometime in the middle nineties. It explains
the origin of this situation.
The Chickenfeed Boat
I have an aluminum Grumman "Sport Boat". I know, what
with all the pontificating I do, that such news is probably a
shocker so I guess I'll have to explain myself... do a little
more pontificating. I am no kind of purist about anything except
for how I don't like to do anything that I don't want to do. I
just love a good small boat (I am at best, indifferent about big
boats, they are kind of more trouble than joy, I have a long list
of little things that I won't lay on you at this time). It doesn't
make any difference if the thing is made out of roto-moulded polyethylene
or galvanized tin, a good boat is a good boat and a Grumman "Sport
Boat" is a good boat. Of course, it ain't quite as good as
the one in the shop right now... an open sea rowboat sixteen feet
long by six feet wide by probably less than a hundred pounds hull
weight and so strong that three stooges couldn't stomp the bottom
out of it but a Grumman Sport Boat is a good boat... took me many
years to figure out how to build something better.
The first Grumman Sport Boat I ever saw was way back in the middle
50's and I only caught the briefest glimpse of it on a trailer
on the paved road behind a V8 Ford station wagon. I tried to get
a better look but Momma's 36 horse Volkswagen just couldn't catch
up no matter how hard I hunched behind the wheel. I was relentless
in my pursuit even as a boy (fifteen at the time with a special
drivers license that I had had since I was 14 because we lived
so far beyond the school bus run) and it didn't take me long to
interrogate around and find out what kind of boat it was. Then
I set to get me one and an outboard motor to go with it. At first
I tried to coerce my Father into springing for the money by the
use of eloquent explanation but he said "We already got the
Reynolds so what do we need another aluminum boat for?" "It
is so light and easy to handle that y'all wouldn't have had such
a mess on that Ochlocknee River trip that time." said me.
"I don't have any plans for another Ochlocknee river trip
in the near future, so I don't need the ideal boat." was
his final statement. With that, I knew I had to get me a job and
buy the boat on my own.
I went to work for the "Chicken King of Cairo, Georgia"
(that's pronounced "Karo" like the corn syrup that originated
in that metropolis). I didn't have to submit my resume or stand
for an interview or anything. The job was unloading boxcars of
chicken feed at fifteen bucks a car and if you could do it before
the railroad deadline, the job was yours, if you couldn't... and
particularly if you couldn't pay the demurrage for the extra day
(coincidentally, also $15.00) your ass was gone. I was kind of
small and unused to hard work but I was smart. I slipped in the
side door as a striker for a big black man whose name will remain
anonymous since I don't know what the statute of limitations situation
is for some of the crimes that I heard him tell about in the close
association we had in the chicken feed cars.
Robert had been a bootlegger during the best years of that business
back in prohibition days. He had a series of stills back in the
tributaries of the Ochlocknee river and was so slick that not
only did he not get caught but managed to employ a good many folks
and expand his business... "Had a still on every creek",
said he. My family owns a good little bit of the land of the Ochlocknee
drainage system. "Hell, boy, we had them all over y'allses
place... yo grandaddy was my best customer." said Robert.
My grandfather was already dead by then so I never got a chance
to find out all about it but he was a fearsome bad alcoholic and
never had to do without. He was the most wonderful man but that
is another story.
Another thing about Robert... he was in the train wreck when
the shaky trestle over the Ochlocknee River at Hadley Ferry broke
down and the sawmill train fell in the river and scalded all those
men to death in 1925. He was the fireman in the engine and ought
to have been the first one to die but he dove under the water
and, though the concussion of the implosion made him bleed out
the ears, he was the only survivor of the whole crew... had to
walk twenty miles to tell the news and nobody believed him because
he was just a (...) (I ain't going to say that word because my
Momma taught me not to).
So I tried to help Robert unload that chicken feed for free for
a long time. I was too light to handle the damned hand trucks
on the steep ramp. I holp (ed. that's an actual word in wide usage
in the rural South... kind of substituted for "helped"
but not in all cases... I won't labor over it right now) load
and trotted down behind Robert to help stack the bags but I could
see that I would never be able to carry my end unless I could
get to where I could get down the ramp without letting the load
get away from me. I tried half loading but Robert said "Boy,
you kinda getting in my way with all that." One day (this
mess went on seven days a week) Robert had to go to Memphis on
business and sent his nephew to take his place. The very first
thing that happened was that the nephew let the hand truck get
loose from him on the ramp and busted open about eight paper bags
of feed. I said "Boy, you kinda getting in my way with all
that".
It took me from then until car moving time at 9:00 the next morning
(about 26 hours) to unload that boxcar but I did it... fifteen
bucks.. big money. I don't remember what all I had to do that
time, but I finally evolved a way to brake the hand truck with,
first my shoes and then two pieces of flat belt that I riveted
around the axle and stood on to drag on the ramp to slow the buggy
down a little. Pretty soon I was able to ride the truck down the
ramp, steering with my "brakes" sort of like a hot-shot
skateboard kid these days. Robert and I teamed up. He loaded his
buggy while I rode mine down and dumped it at the bottom, then
I would hurry back up the ramp with the empty buggy and get the
next load. After the car was empty, we would double-team stacking
the sacks down in the warehouse. Piece-work in the face of poverty
will make an efficiency expert out of most anybody and Robert
and I made some pretty good money... enough for me to order a
brand new Grumman Sport Boat and buy a second-hand, three horse,
two-cylinder, Evinrude weedless three made in Belgium (and you
thought "outsourcing" was new) in 1951.
We both lost our jobs at the same time over oyster shell supplement.
At that time, ground oyster shells were either mixed with chicken
feed or fed separately. A train car loaded with oyster shell was
a bitch. Though the flimsy paper bags were much smaller than a
fifty pound bag of feed, they weighed 90 pounds and the car waiting
on the siding was just as full as it could be. It was real hard
to even pinch any oyster shell car up to the dock and it was almost
impossible to beat the demurrage deadline, no matter how bad we
busted our asses. I am afraid that I was the one who feisted up
at the "Chicken King" about it and cost us our jobs
(which were eagerly taken up by lesser men who had to work late
into the night even with carloads of straight laying mash).
I felt guilty and told Robert. "Unloading chicken feed ain't
all I know to do." he said and I think he went into the rooster
fighting business with some Cubans down around Miami but that's
just a supposition. He is still alive. In fact, he is the one
I get my gardening advice from. He told me to go ahead and set
out my tomato and pepper plants after the new moon of February
5th. "Dang, Robert ain't that mighty early?" said me.
"Naw, it's all over. You might have to cover them up with
a sheet one or two times but they need to be in the ground with
that hot manure." said he. I noticed the last time I passed
his place that his were even bigger than mine. I think it might
have something to do with all them roosters in those little cages
behind his house.
Note:
Grumman Sport Boats are no longer built because (somebody told
me) it was impractical to put flotation high enough up so that
a sunk boat would pass the test and stay right side up with the
engine that it was rated for (6 hp.) perched up on that flat-topped
transom and five people sitting bolt upright on the seats. I saw
one that had plastic doohickeys along the sides in an effort to
comply but that was a long time ago. Though mine is an antique
(47 years old at the time of this writing) it has enough flotation
to hold up the engine, people and the picnic too, of course, the
people would probably have to get out of the boat. There is a
long, useless foredeck with a bunch of some kind of primitive
foam bulkheaded up under it (I think it is still in there) and
the whole stern thwart (Sport Boats have three regular seats)
is boxed in with foam. That's a case where they regulated out
a good thing. I don't know but I bet there have been fewer people
drowned in Grumman Sport Boats than there have been strangled
to death with the prize in boxes of Cracker Jacks. All the people
I have ever seen with one of those boats did not look like the
kind that normally fool around and drown themselves.
A Grumman boat is fifteen feet eight inches long by forty four
inches wide (not counting the damned bush catching outboard oar
lock sockets). The transom is thirty two inches wide which separates
it completely from a "square stern canoe". It is made
with a good tumblehome to the stern which makes the boat paddle
about like a canoe, actually better with only one person than
a standard seventeen foot Grumman canoe. You'll know why canoes
have tumblehome after you have paddled one of those straight sided
fiberglass monstrosities of the seventies all day long. It is
impossible to pull a tumblehome boat out of a one-piece mold and
paddling one that you can pop out will get you right between the
shoulder blades from having to reach so far out to clear the rail.
Though I have paddled my boat many a mile, such is not the best
propulsion method.
A Grumman Sport Boat is a rowboat with few peers. You have to
get mighty fancy to beat one with anything that short and wide
(why, when I was thirty years old.....). I like eight and a half
foot oars and my extra high homemade aluminum oar locks (don't
use bronze). I learned a lot about rowboats trying to improve
on that boat all these years. It ain't the shape of the front
of the hull and certainly not anything to do with all those rivet
stumps sticking out of that extruded "T" beam keel that
makes the boat row so well, it is the fact that it has almost
no rocker to the bottom and about a planing boat stern. Despite
what I always thought, the stern of a displacement boat does not
have to stick up any higher out of the water than necessary to
clear the stern wave at the speed you are going to be able to
make with the load you intend to carry. The Whitehall transom
sits up there so high because the man who was doing the work knew
he was going to have a boat load on the way to and from the whorehouse.
When I'm pulling in the stern station of my old boat all by myself
(no matter where I am going) the transom trims about half an inch
in the water at rest which is a "no, no". You can "no,
no" all you want to but you better save your breath if you
intend to pull up far enough to see how she trims when underway
without having to crank your neck (When I was thirty years old......).
I finally figured it out. A Grumman Sport Boat hardly pitches
at all when rowed hard. The little drag the transom makes when
slightly immersed as the boat tries to squat at the beginning
of the stroke is offset by its steadying influence. I think that
pitching makes the wavelength of the bow and stern wave longer
and the amplitude higher than what is normal for a non-pitching
boat running at hull speed. The net effect of pitching in a rowboat
is to make it act like it has a shorter waterline length than
it actually does and is going faster than it actually is. Now,
all my rowboats have a good wide transom close to the water but
it took a long time to get it right. Which, I wish I could build
one for something like the Blackburn Challenge but getting back
to the original problem, it costs a lot of money to outrun a Grumman
Sport Boat and the folks that are still strong enough to pull
hard for that long can't afford the boat. Oh well.
The other obvious thing that makes the boat run so well is that
it is sort of light. Mine weighs a hundred and thirty five pounds.
There is a lot of erroneous lore about boats and one is that old
foolishness about how a heavy rowboat carries its way better and
that is supposed to offset the fact that you have to move all
that extra displaced water out of that way. If heavy boats rowed
better, it would be possible to win races with a lot less money.
As for me, I ain't ever had any boat that I wished weighed another
pound.
Another lesson I learned from my old chicken feed boat is that
boats that are light, narrow and easily driven at displacement
speeds will plane most efficiently too. My old aluminum boat will
plane two grown people with a weedless three. I don't know of
any other production boat that will do that. With one person and
a long tiller extension my boat will run eleven knots with that
old fifties engine. The transition from displacement to planing
is so subtle that it is impossible, without leaning over the transom,
to tell when it happens. There is never any wake. I figured that
out too. What happens is that the boat begins to plane before
it gets to its hull speed so it never makes enough disturbance
in the water to have to climb any bow wave or tear away from any
stern wave to get going. I have built a bunch of boats that run
that way and I believe that sixteen feet on the water is about
the minimum. With boats that are borderline too short (like the
Grumman) you have to make sure that you trim by the bow so you
get all you can get of hull speed. That leads us into the problem
section.
A Grumman Sport Boat is not ideal. It has about the same bow
shape at the bottom as an aluminum canoe... no deadrise...almost
flat. That makes it, not only wet, but bad to pound. My old boat
will slap even the lightest chop hard enough to knock the oxide
dust loose to blow back in my eyes (along with the spray). Even
at low speed.... rowing... the boat pounds and throws water in
a chop. That makes it unpleasant in anything but smooth water.
It is dangerous in rough conditions. If you trim it by the bow
like you need to do to ease off on the pounding and get any practical
displacement speed, it will root into the back of a following
sea or one of those big, almost stationary waves that you find
at inlets and river mouths on a falling tide. I don't think it
would take much misjudgment to root one of them bad enough to
broach around and turn over and drown somebody. If you don't trim
by the bow, the damned thing will not go to windward if it is
even a little bit rough. It will pound so bad that you can't stand
it and stick its bow up so high that you won't be able to hold
it into the wind. About the only thing you can do when it breezes
up is get back in the stern and go downwind. A Grumman Sport Boat
ain't no sea boat.
I'll tell you this though. Mine stays in use, the bottom is shiny
from pushing through so many lilly pads and acres of grass. There
is no telling what it would read on the hour meter if it had one.
It will go right in the back of a pickup truck and we can snatch
it out and be long gone before the bass boat crowd gets through
discussing the necessity of being able to go seventy mph (statute)
up the river. They won't ever see us when they finally get fired
up because we will have dragged old "Chickenfeed" over
into some virgin slough somewhere and will already have two or
three big red bellies that have never seen a metal flake in their
lives. Whooee.... Dang, let me put this computer down, I already
had to pull the boat out of the bushes so I could measure it to
set down the facts, might as well just slide her on in the truck...
might go see if old Robert wants to go, he got them big black
wigglers all around under his rooster cages.
 This
is my first improvement over a Grumman Sport Boat. It has about
the same weight and dimensions except it is sixteen feet long
on the water. It will plane well with that weedless three and
is a good sea boat. It is the pride and joy of its owner who has
successfully maintained that all-over varnish job for many years.
 This
was the best sport boat improvement. Though it is the same in
all dimensions except length (it is 16') it has good deadrise
in the bow and a hollow forefoot. Notice the good tumblehome in
the stern and the big, useless foredeck. There is another myth-dispelling
improvement. It is made of wood and is thirty pounds lighter than
its aluminum counterpart... so there. All of the early improvement
projects were built lap strake out of tulip poplar and were very
light. It is more difficult to build a lap strake boat than strip
planked so that is why I designed the boat in the plans to be
strip planked. It is interesting that this white boat weighs 70
pounds and the strip planked boat of the same size came in at
88. The boat built at the high school in Tennessee weighed 97.
My real Grumman weighs 134.
 This
is the real thing. "Old Chickenfeed." That's an electric
trolling motor on the port side of the bow and all my fishing
junk in a wad on the bank. That place is Lake Talquin just a little
NW of Tallahassee and a very beautiful old lake. about fished
out, now, I am afraid. Old Grummans like this are cult objects
up in Minnesota and Wisconsin, I am told. One of the "improvements"
I made in the later projects was to take a little of the banana
out of the sheer up by the bow.
 This
is the prototype built in our shop. It is a good little boat (if
I do say so myself). I painted it gray to make it look like an
aluminum boat and to make it as durable. It is completely sheathed
in fiberglass and epoxy and, in my experience, that makes a durable
boat if you don't fool around and varnish the thing. My old Grumman
is in pretty bad shape. At least this one won't corrode.
Here are some more pictures of it under way. To give an idea
of the load, I weigh 190 my wife weighs 130 and that baby is a
pretty good sized little sport, too. The engine weighs 40 pounds.
Stern and bow views.
It planes out real well. The length is such that
the boat reaches planing speed before it reaches hull speed so
it does not pitch the bow up and bog along.
Don't try this at home.
This is the boat built at the High School in Tennessee
to our plans. Turned out pretty good didn't it?
That engine is a Chris Craft Challenger 5 hp built in 1950. Except
for the development of the 50 to one mix and four stroke engines,
I don't think small outboard motors have actually improved all
that much since about the end of WW II. I think 5 or 6 hp is ideal
for this boat. I have my eye on one of those Nissan/Tohatsu four
stroke sixes. I think they are the lightest four stroke engine
in that ideal category.
ROBB WHITE & SONS INC.
https://www.robbwhite.com/
Designers and Builders of Custom Small Boats Since 1961
P.O. Box 561, Thomasville, GA 31799
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