We’ve left the river portion of the lake and just got across the shallow spot. Evers, however, had a heckuva time getting over it. He was at a dead stop for a minute or so, revving his Merc to the moon and back again — not a good thing when you may be running on fumes. Mud, water and debris were being blasted 50 feet high and 80 feet back. He had to stop four times to clean out the water discharge hole (I don’t know the exact term). His alarm was blaring the whole time he was inching his way across the sandbar.
Evers is now motioning for his camera boat to come over. His motor has stopped “peeing” water despite repeated attempts to clear it. He’s entered a large basin that’s idle-only. We’ve got about a 15-minute trip to the main lake.