Not me, but my dad
had a McGyver moment that impresses me more now than it did then. He was the navigator of an aircraft carrier preparing to be deployed to Korea in 1952 and we lived in a small apartment on the water at Madrona Point, near Bremerton, Washington. A friend of his had loaned us an old wooden skiff for several months, and Dad decided that with colder weather coming, it was about time to return it. He fired up the 5 horse outboard one fall afternoon and we embarked on a delivery that became more dramatic than we expected. The wind began to build, as did the chop we were running into. About halfway to our destination, the motor coughed a couple of times, then revved much higher. Dad tilted it to find the prop shear pin had broken. Being a careful and conservative man, he had a couple of spares, so he just put another one in, started the motor back up, and we were on our way. The wind and waves meanwhile had increased even more. Not much time elapsed before another shear pin broke, so he put in the third, and last, one. If that one didn't hold, we were in trouble, as the boat had no oars. I could tell he was worried by his manner - I wasn't too scared, because I was pretty sure he could handle the situation and because at age 8 I didn't know enough to be aware of the seriousness of it all. When the last pin broke, Dad got real quiet, then quickly began looking around the boat for a substitute. He found an old rusty nail, which he inserted in the pin hole, and bent it over to hold it in place. Somehow it held the rest of the way and we made it in OK. It was about dark when we got there, and later I overheard him tell someone else that the wind and current were causing us to drift away from land and out into more dangerous waters. If he hadn't found that nail, this might be a shorter story.