I bought the plans, and had every intention of building a Long Point Skiff, after perusing dozens of plans for small plywood powerboats. The Long point appealed to my appreciation for classic lines, simplicity, and especially in economy of operation given it’s low horsepower requirements. It would be a little more difficult and expensive to build than some other designs, but that would pay for itself quickly in low fuel consumption compared to others. The boat had everything I wanted: room, shallow draft, and economy. But it was not to be.
The economy continued to falter, prices increased dramatically on life’s necessities, while my pay stagnated and even fell due to increased “insurance” costs. I was heartbroken, and essentially broke on top of it. The building jig for the Long Point was already complete, but there was no money for the building of the hull. Then, my wife and I lost our house. The house and my 16′x20′ workshop! I very nearly left the jig for the next suckers who got a mortgage on that place, but at the last minute I decided to cart it over to our new rental by the water…

This was the strongback for the Long Point jig, which later became chine logs and sheer bands, as well as seats and a rudder blade for my sailboat. The 2×10 cross members became a stub keel and the mast partners.

Station molds and their 2×4 reinforcements became the framing and hull.
After I had disassembled the jig and carted it over to the location you see pictured here, I still had every intention of building the Long Point. However; gasoline, food, and utility prices rose so much as to swallow entirely the savings my family had realized by moving in just a few short months. The Long Point project was officially dead, being on a shoestring to begin with. But what to do with the jig?
I tried to sell it, along with the plans I’d bought. No takers… And still this burning desire within me to get back on the water, somehow. I grew up in boats, and being boatless to me was like being marooned on an alien planet. My world is one of both land and sea, and the loss of one element might as well be the loss of a limb. Even the loss of life itself. I had to improvise somehow.
Eyeballing the now useless jig one day, I was suddenly struck. There is enough material there to build some kind of boat! My mind began racing, and I whipped out the drill with phillips head chucked in to finish disassembling the jig. When I was through, I had a stack of partial 2x4s and the bare plywood station molds as I had cut them out many months before. All this before me, my mind’s eye began to see the boat that could be. I started arranging, and re-arranging pieces of plywood. I measured, cyphered, contemplated… Then I saw in my mind what could be, and set to work. From what was now scrap wood, there would be a boat. And so it began.
