Boathook

Jack put the twenty-five-horse outboard hard into reverse and my father and I each held a boathook, straining to see the rocks below the breakers. ❋ Rebecca Chace (2010)

I looked at the boathook and smiled as I pictured Richard throwing it in the trash. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

I had already splinted it with the first section of the boathook, so I reinforced the repair with extra duct tape, binding it tightly to make the repair as strong as possible. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

For no apparent reason I had decided when packing my boat that a long-handled boathook might be useful in the mid-Atlantic, and now its moment had come. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

With the sole and rather strange exception of the boathook, I had been obsessive about keeping the weight on board the boat to the absolute minimum—every pound was another pound I had to propel across three thousand miles of ocean—so I had pruned all my instruction booklets down to the few pages that I thought I was most likely to need. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

Both sections of the boathook were already in service, and I needed something straight, rigid, and at least a foot long. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

Reading this felt like having a boathook jammed into my psyche in order to pull me down paths I'd somehow completely overlooked. ❋ Seanan_mcguire (2009)

I took the remaining section of the telescopic boathook and flattened out the end with a hammer. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

So I drilled two holes through these softer sections and used cable ties to secure the boathook to the back of the spoon. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

“What do you want with a boathook in the middle of the ocean?” he had scoffed. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)

The left one, with spoon intact, made a clean entry into the water, while the right one, spoon lashed to a boathook with cable ties, made a messier splash, with the occasional gurgle as a bubble escaped from the hollow tube of the broken shaft. ❋ Roz Savage (2009)