The day started steamy and bright. Most Florida summer days begin this way. Today my  12-foot tugboat hits the water for the first time. I selected Koreshan State Park,  a few miles from my home in Fort Myers,   Fla., as the launch site. A 3.5  mile cruise down the historic Estero River to the Gulf of Mexico  and Mound Key, the ancient home of the Calusa Indians, will be a good shake  down cruise. 
              
                
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                  Today my  12-foot tugboat hits the water for the first time. | 
                 
               
              I decided to launch the tug myself. No bubbly, bunting or  fanfare. I wanted to take my time and work out any problems that may pop up. It  is important for me to trailer, launch and retrieve this tug myself.  I didn’t want anyone to witness my reaction  if she turned turtle. 
              When I roll the tug out of the garage the magic starts. It’s  a wonderful feeling when you create a design that makes people smile, even if  they aren’t boaters. Neighbors stop, friends wave, passersby give the thumbs  up, kids cheer. At the boat ramp crowds assemble to inspect her. It’s like  being with a rock star.  
              I love the imagery tugboats portray, tough, rugged, durable,  stable and trustworthy. Designing and building a small tug has been a longtime  dream.  
              
                
                  | I love the imagery tugboats portray, tough, rugged, durable,  stable and trustworthy. Designing and building a small tug has been a longtime  dream.  | 
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              I wanted her to be big enough to carry several friends with  some degree of comfort. I like to stand and move around aboard a boat without  fear of tumbling overboard. I don’t want the crew limited to sitting or  crouching and the design needed to be large enough for an occasional overnight  excursion. When she is not at sea, she must be easily dry-docked in a one-car  garage.  
              I did not want her to look like one of those cookie-cutter,  boxy, popped-out plastic look-a-likes. My tug must have nautical charm and a  big heart, lots of curves and swerves in the right places. When people see her  coming, I want them to say, “Wow, look at that!”    
              The tug slid off the trailer effortlessly and sat on her  lines. Wow, so far so good. I carefully stepped aboard, not sure how stable she  would be.  I found I could walk around  the hull with no problem. She is stable as a rock. 
              
                
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                   I carefully stepped aboard, not sure how stable she  would be.  I found I could walk around  the hull with no problem. She is stable as a rock. | 
                 
               
              I brought my 1985 Johnson 8 horsepower outboard rumbling to  life with a single pull of the starter rope. This outboard has been a great  soldier over the years. I am disappointed this Johnson is not equipped for  remote controls. I will need to make throttle and gear adjustments manually at  the motor. With a 12-foot boat, this should not be a problem.  In the wheelhouse I have an old brass ship’s  wheel rigged for cable and pulley steering I found on EBay. It works very well. 
               Koreshan  State Park has a single boat ramp that  launches into the Estero   River. The river is very  historic and winds westward, three miles to Estero  Bay and the Gulf   of Mexico. I casted off from the ramp, kicked the engine in  forward and manned the ship’s wheel. At idle speed the Tug slid across the  water and responded to every little turn of the wheel.  
              
                
                  |  I casted off from the ramp, kicked the engine in  forward and manned the ship’s wheel. | 
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              The Estero   River is narrow in spots  and wider than a football field in some places. Ancient oak trees hang over  some areas of the river as exotic birds, eagles and sea life make their  presence known. The Estero River is one of Florida’s great treasures enjoyed mostly by  kayakers and canoe buffs.  
               A few turns proved the tug responsive and well behaved. I  throttled up a bit and she left a clean stern wave. As I cruised passed several  docks people waved, smiled and yelled, “Where did you find that neat tugboat?”  Several old salts saluted and gave me thumbs up. A few others held their canned  beverage high in the air. This is too good. 
              I found I could walk away from the wheelhouse and the tug  would hold course. This is good except if I fall overboard. A little throttle  up and she chugged ahead with a clean wake and no tendency to squat or plow. 
              
                
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                  A little throttle  up and she chugged ahead with a clean wake and no tendency to squat or plow. | 
                 
               
              The motor ran quiet and smooth at half throttle. She moved  best at this setting. At full power she marched through the strong, incoming  tide but I preferred to slow her down a bit. I steered her along the shoreline  searching for manatees but failed to spot any this day. 
    
                I built the tug out of mostly common lumberyard materials  and encapsulated her in epoxy and cloth. She was fun to build. I wanted minimal  parts. I cut plywood panels to my specifications, sewed them together with  copper wire then taped and epoxied everything together. I used lots of PVC pipe  wrapped in epoxy and cloth. It is great stuff for rub rails and  stiffeners.  My finish is not yachtsman  quality but not too shabby.  I kept  telling myself this is supposed to look like an old working harbor tug. 
              
                
                  | I built the tug out of mostly common lumberyard materials  and encapsulated her in epoxy and cloth. She was fun to build. | 
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              The tug carried me to the mouth of the Estero  River as it enters the open expanse of  Estero Bay and its hundreds of mangrove  islands. About a mile outside of the mouth of the river I approached Mound Key,  one of the oldest examples of the ancient Calusa Indian civilization.  I navigated into the tiny mangrove covered  inlet that hides a small harbor on the western coast of the island where  visitors can beach their boats. A quick stop and hike up the mysterious  mountain in the middle of the island gives you a unique panorama of Estero Bay  and its surroundings. The shell mound rises more than 30 feet above the bay.  The mound is one of many that are an accumulation of seashells, fish bones, and  pottery. The high mound is believed to be the ceremonial center of the Calusa  Indians when the Spaniards first attempted to colonize Florida. In 1566 the Spanish governor of Florida established a  settlement on the island with a fort and the first Jesuit mission. The  settlement was abandoned three years later after violent clashes with the  Calusas, according to Florida   State Park documents.  Much happened here. From the top of the mound you can almost imagine seeing the  Spaniards sailing towards the island.   This is probably the same view the Calusa enjoyed hundreds of years ago.  I believe Mound Key is one of Southwest Florida’s  best kept secrets. When I visit the island, I’m usually the only person  ashore.   
              
                
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                  A glance to the east gave reason for  concern. A black wall of cloud had formed inland and the cumulous tops were  growing higher by the minute. | 
                 
               
              I returned to the tug, fired up the Johnson and cruised back  into Estero Bay to enjoy the warm sea breeze that  kicked up a small chop.  The tug rolled  over and through the chop like a champ. A glance to the east gave reason for  concern. A black wall of cloud had formed inland and the cumulous tops were  growing higher by the minute. This time of year the sea breeze can fuel  powerful thunderstorms that often work their way to the coast. If conditions  are right, these squalls can be as ferocious as a hurricane with lightning,  high gusts, hail and lots of evil things.   I did not want to wrestle with one of those babies today. 
              I pointed the tug on a course for the mouth of the Estero River.  With an incoming tide and the throttle kicked up a notch the tug was charging  swiftly up the river. The thunderstorms were close enough to hear the rumble of  the thunder. Flashes of lighting could be seen miles to the east against the  dark backdrop of the nasty squall. I was going to win this race today. 
              Back at the ramp, I slid the tug back up on her trailer,  lashed her down and towed her home before the storm clouds arrived at Koreshan.  Wow, what a terrific day. 
              
                
                  | Back at the ramp, I slid the tug back up on her trailer,  lashed her down and towed her home... | 
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              I am so pleased how the tug performs.  Most of all, I love the way she makes people  smile. 
              The tug is now owned by Dale and Terri Shamleffer near Ashtabula, Ohio.  Dale and Terri have turned her into a little yacht. She now is adorned with  rope bumpers, teak trim, navigation lights, a horn and many nautical additions.  The tug is a regular on patrol on the Ohio  lakes. 
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              Also see: 
              Patricia Ann - A 12 ft. Pocket Tug 
              Gill 12 Tugboat - Free Plans 
                 
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