A million years ago (or so it seemed) I used to drag a canoe with me to fish from. I welded a reese hitch to the front and built a "T" to go into it, and the canoe sat on the roll bar and across the T on the front. Worked great and only costed me a few pesos.

I looked totally bad <-BAD WORD-> and all woodsy and stuff hauling my canoe into the outback ( actually, it was the Salmon river) On one fateful day, where much beer and foolishness was in play, a challange was thrown down to me, and my honor was at stake. Do you think that POS will make it acroos the river? WHAT??? Who you talkin to??!!!! Hold my beer. Firing up my chariot of rust and dents, I wheeled it right between the thicket of pine trees where only horses and stout men could hope to tread. The little jeep performed as I knew it would, and navagated the obstacle course with ease, and swung around to meet the river. Sadly, I forgot the canoe was soundly strapped to it, and the canoe, being a good 5' longer than the jeep, was instantly killed.

But the rack worked great!

I don't remember if I crossed the river or not, but I think I had a headache the next morning.....I also have no recollection of the fate of the mangled corpse of my canoe.
