Sport Boat Plans
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.
- Strip planked
- Length 16'
- Beam 43"
- Weight 88# (without floorboards)
- Engine: Martin 60, 7.2 hp., National Pressure Cooker Company,
Eau Claire, Wisc., 1946... wt. 40#.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
try this at home.
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
This is the boat built at the High School
in Tennessee to our plans. Turned out pretty good didn't it?