Factors Associated with a Trolling Motor Battery

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An overview of batteries

Batteries store electricity and form an integral part of numerous systems that need energy. Different types of batteries are available these days. Starting batteries are the ones that deliver a burst of energy for a short time and need to be recharged once the engine runs. Starting batteries fail when they are unable to start engines. Another type of battery is the deep cycle battery that is capable of providing a steady stream of power to run trolling motors. It is important to keep in mind that the batteries are subjected to deterioration over time.

The lifespan of deep cycle batteries depends on a variety of factors including use, maintenance, charging, and temperature among others. Sometimes, batteries which have been sitting for extended periods are dead on arrival when they are used. While certain factors influence this, the typical expectations for deep cycle batteries have certain ranges depending on the type. Starting batteries are expected to last for around 3 to 12 months. On the other hand, marine batteries are likely to last for one to six years, while gelled deep cycle batteries have a life expectancy of 2 to 5 years and AGM batteries have an expected lifespan of 4 to 7 years.

You need to realize that batteries are not 100% efficient. They lose energy in the form of heat via different chemical reactions, which result in a decline in their capacity. Losses incurred are due to the internal resistance generating heat since batteries tend to get warm when they are charged. Batteries with lower internal resistance tend to last longer. Sometimes, batteries that are fully charged hold less energy as time passes, gradually reaching to a position where they are unable to hold sufficient energy. Among the various causes of battery failure, one is that of thin positive plates which tend to erode over time. Thicker plates have a longer life, so this is something that you should keep in mind when you head out to purchase a new battery.

The basic bass boat batteries make use of a rather traditional technology. If they are equipped with removable caps, they need to be topped off with water. The maintenance-free batteries also need to be filled over time.

Gel cell batteries

These batteries contain a gelled acid, which is an acid which has been converted to a solid mass due to the addition of the silica gel. Therefore, it is impossible to spill the acid even if the battery is broken. However, these batteries must be charged at a slower rate so as to ensure that excess gas from damaging cells can be prevented. These batteries can incur damage due to fast charging on a traditional automotive charger. The sealed gelled batteries make use of tiny valves to maintain a slightly positive pressure.

AGM batteries

It is seen that pro anglers now prefer AGM batteries, which cannot be filled and are sealed and valve regulated. These batteries make use of the tightly packed boron-silicate glass mats between plates. They are immune from potential freezing damage as they do not contain any liquid which would undergo expansion upon freezing. The mat of these batteries is 95% saturated instead of being fully soaked, which makes it certain that the acid does not leak. It is capable of withstanding shock and vibration, and it is safer to use and found to be a more economical option.

One of the situations which would lead to an early death for your battery is storing it in a partly discharged state for a few months. You need to ensure that a float charge is maintained when the battery is not in use. This will ensure that it survives for a much longer period. If you leave it for long periods, it should be trickle free so as to ensure that it is not culpable to damage. It might appear that the sulfated plates are fully charged, but sometimes they might go dead within a short span under load.

Charging voltages of these batteries are the same as the standard ones, so you do not have to make any special adjustments for the purpose. The internal resistance of these batteries is extremely low, thereby ensuring that you do not have to worry about the battery heating even under heavy charge and discharge currents. Lead-acid batteries charge to around 85 to 90%, while the deep cycle AGMs can approach around 98% and they even charge faster.

While AGMs tend to age in a rather graceful manner, the same cannot be said about the wet batteries. Their capacity decreases over time, and they also need more maintenance. They require more time for charging and need to be often watered as well.

How to charge flooded batteries

When you are charging flooded batteries, you need to ensure that the vent caps are kept on so as to ensure that water loss is prevented and no problem of splashing is encountered. Ensure that you do not add acid to a battery unless you need to replace the spilled liquid. The water should be added after charging unless the plates are exposed. If that is the case, add just the right amount of water which would cover the plates. After the battery is fully charged, the water level should be even in all cells. Ensure that only clean water is used for the purpose of cleaning the outside of the batteries. Refrain from making use of solvents and spray cleaners.

Replacing the batteries

When you want to replace batteries in a trolling motor system, ensure that the replacements are of the same size, type, and manufacture. The age and usage level should be the same as well. Do not mix new batteries with the ones that are more than six months old. When you purchase new batteries, it is advisable to use them quickly. Saving new batteries for use later is not something that often works out to your benefit.

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that are subject to yearly public review?

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I don’t normally post anything political or religious on here, but here goes for political. Well it’s finally happening! My buddy just finished his taxes and got fined for not having health insurance in excess of $400+! Which means that I am now dreading to file as the same will happen to me. I know people that have no choice because they have families and are getting killed financially with healthcare coverage premiums. There is no alternative when kids are part of the equation. My fine will not be as bad compared to that, but next year I’ve heard that the fines will be exponentially increased to $2,000+! If someone decides to drive and purchases a vehicle, it is required by law to obtain vehicle insurance. It is against the law to drive without having insurance. To drive or not to drive is your choice. To live and breath on planet Earth (at least North of Mexico and South of Canada), one is required by law to purchase health insurance. I believe to operate my human vessel, this option should be my choice as well. What’s the alternative in this circumstance, to choose not to live? Hell no! Besides, that option is also against the law (they might even handcuff you in an open casket, quintuple your death tax, and charge you for the cost of the handcuffs). The Affordable Careless Act is just another way to take from the poor and middle class yet again. I clock in at upper poor or lower middle class and have been fortunate enough to have never been to a doctor/hospital for over 25 years. It is important to have health insurance, but should be every American’s choice to “shop” for it in our capitalist market system. So many people have lost good jobs and small businesses have taken a hit and/or closed up shop due to the ridiculous regulations put upon us with the ACA. I’ve never had much faith in our government and now that I’m older, the last 15 years of bad decions/policy making has fueled my contempt. Great leaders unify, strive for peace, uphold and defend people’s rights, and carefully plan to ensure and procure solutions for their nation’s success. This has not happened! Obama thinks he is the 21st century’s FDR- he is not even close. If he thinks that the ACA will be his biggest contribution to his legacy, then he might as well build his presidential library in the crater of Mt. Kilauea. Our representatives in the Senate that voted “yay” are also to blame. Term limits and smaller government are the only solutions to combat track records of continued incompetence, bureaucracy, and corruption. Perhaps we the people should audit the IRS and require that politicians submit monthly expenditure/activity reports that are subject to yearly public review?

MY LIFE AS A SHOVEL

My handle is made of ash, my body of shiny steel. I stand here on this earth. What am I to do?
An instinct tells me to dig, to find space, to excavate a footing. This I will do bit by bit onward and a little at a time. A downward thrust a levering a loosening. My body full… the weight of the earth then to be to be flung to the winds. I make an endless line, a circle. Round I go, deeper and deeper at each pass. The earth getting more compact as I slice through the layers of time. I reach a depth where no frost may penetrate. Yet deeper still I channel, to be certain. A level is found where the earth has grown so compressed that not even my silver sharp tongue can penetrate. The time to climb out and view my work is at hand.
I look down and see straight walls, sharp, crisp inside corners. Nothing must sway with-in. I look to my side. I see sand, cement, aggregate and water. The sand came from the sea, its grains now only memories of erosion. Cement:- made by man crushed to powder, from cliffs of old. Aggregate:- crushed stone too, but of granite and not so fine. Showing a grading of size from plum down to pea. Water:- the same as at the beginning of time. This chaos of elements must be mixed together bonding the particles as one. A muddy mix of grey shimmering matter. Composed now and mouldable, compatible for forming shapes that have meaning. The sticky cement powder now a paste a joiner a binder.
I toss this concoction back and forth, stabbing, turning, aggravating and assisting the bond. Making sure that all the hard substances are surrounded with the tacky goo.
Satisfied I toil again. Throwing this heavy pudding into the trench. Hearing the hollow thump echo to the skies, waking up feelings of contentment with-in me. The channel fills. This mould has justified its-self.
I must now jump in too to poke and vibrate fast and hard. Releasing the air bubbles trapped in this compound. In so doing strengthening and lengthening its life. A last task must be completed. For neatness’ sake. I tamp and level and smooth its surface flat, then leaving this toilsome venture while it goes concrete hard for eternity.
I stand back and scrutinise my labour. I wonder at its significance. Why and what have I done here?
The answer! A foundation on a bed rock so that trust and love can be built upon. The plant work for upward growth, always reaching for the light!
I am happy as I go to the lake to wash myself off of this clean dirt. For I will be needed again. There are barren gardens awaiting flower bulbs to be planted!

Josh Hancock nightmares

I had a series of four nightmares this evening. Each flowed immediately into the next, and I woke after the fourth. I felt I learned something from them, and felt compelled to write them down and share them.
#1

I was in a supermarket. Suddenly a barrel fell from the ceiling and people started to scream. The lid blew off, and then cans like beans started to shoot into the air, one every five seconds or so. Each flew to a different corner of the store and exploded – sending shrapnel through the air. I began to run away and each time one exploded I wondered if I’d been hit, and then continued to run. I ran down a hall, around a corner and down a flight of stairs. I thought I had survived. A can ricocheted off the walls behind me. I was terrified, and then I died.

I reemerged as an investigator after the attack. We marveled at how this thing was made. How someone had spent so much time thought making something to terrify, and kill people. We could not figure out how it had worked.

#2

I was coming home to my apartment building. Many people stood nearby and because the code to enter our building wasn’t working. After trying many times, I somehow managed to make it work. I exited the elevator. As I did a person was in front of me and they were armed. I was too. They aimed their gun at me and started to shoot. I was terrified. I pulled my gun and started to shoot back, firing several times. We both missed and I took cover behind a wall. I heard a shout. A friend of mine was there and had been shot by this person, but was still alive. I rolled back around the corner onto one knee, took aim as this person shot at me, and squeezed the trigger several times. I was scared but forced myself to aim after each shot. It was a long distance for a pistol shot.
The last two rounds hit and the person went down. I went over to my friend who was frightened but okay. We felt like our world was shattered and I walked the streets alone that night trying to put it all back together and could not. My gun did not make me feel safer as I walked.

#3

I became a girl working as a barista. She was lonely, and felt resentment to the people around her who she thought were not. She carried a gun. She decided she would shoot the next person she saw. The next person she saw was a blond girl. She started to follow her. The dream ended.

#4

I was hiking in the woods with my dog. It was winter and late in the afternoon. Another dog came from behind and attacked us. My dog and the other dog chased each other in circles around me, gnashing teeth and barking. The attacking dog broke through some ice and started drowning. My dog jumped in behind that dog to help it and started to drown as well. I waded in waist deep in the water. It was icy cold and I knew I might have just killed myself slowly (letting myself get wet far from home in the cold). I grabbed the dog that attacked us first, by the scruff, and hauled it out of the water. I grabbed my dog next and climbed out of the water with her. My dog became able to speak with me and it was not out of the ordinary to me. She told me to find the stove in my bag and start it and I did. As I did I pulled out the stove I found just enough extra clothing to stay warm enough, as well as a blanket for each of the dogs. I started the stove and it began to boil water. My dog and I knew we had he just barely survived the day. The dog that attacked us was no longer trying to hurt us. I woke up.

When I woke it was still dark. It still is dark right now as I am writing. It is the middle of the night, and I’ve been up a couple hours now. The air is just warm enough, the breeze is light, the half-moon is beautiful, the stairs are floating like gems, and the ocean is softly crashing. I am safe and blessed to be safe and alive.

Without attempting to speak for anyone who has experienced real violence, I awoke feeling that anyone who has survived this type of violence has had their world shattered in a way. Victims and witnesses of mass shootings, refugees fleeing their homes from war, police officers and soldiers in war…etc. They have all had their illusions of safety blown away.

I woke up wanting to buy a gun. As I thought about it I realized that for me, carrying a gun was agreeing that the world was violent and dangerous, and so having one would make me feel unsafe. I felt it would make me feel like I was evaluating everything around me as a source of danger. The thought made me feel that I’d rather believe the world was not like this, while trying to make it so, and that I’d rather die if I was wrong than live like that. I still wonder if I’ll change my mind.

Every bomb dropped in the world shatters people’s notions of safety. When people don’t feel safe, they reach for weapons, in their minds and with their hands. We will not truly be safe in this world until we break the circle of violence.

Today is 365 days after my accident. I’ve been paralyzed for one year. I find it hard to understand that.

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This first bit might sound a bit audacious to you

People tell me I’m young and when I go “but I’m 28 –I’m having a mid life crisis for fuck sake” and they are like “no you are so young” and I just nod blankly and think to myself how I have probably lived at least twice what they had when they were my age, if not more. I have lived lots of places. I used to live in various cities in Oregon and Washington. I also lived in various cities in Texas, including Austin, which I used to love, but since I lived there I hate it. I also lived in New Orleans…. well… I was homeless there for nearly 8 months. And I was homeless in Chicago and Denver/Boulder and the Bay area/Oakland. I think that about sums it up. I don’t travel anymore. I’ve been in Houston for 6 years. I have hitch hiked all accross the country, hopped freight trains, built bikes from scratch in Washington and then toured long distances on them.

I was briefly a member of the clown house in Portland, Oregon. I had my own tall-bike. I lived in squats, on communes, with hippy families and acid families and anarachists –also with junkies, crackheads and bums in general. I lived under a bridge in Oregon. I lived in a 24 hour bar in new orleans, but you could hardly call it home –it was just a roof and a safer place than the street at night. it had washing machines. i lived on the roofs of buildings in the winter and slept under the exhaust vents that pointed down like candy canes so that the rain wouldn’t go down them. They blew their warm air on me and i was happy. I lived in the olympic rainforest in a cabin that was made from dead-standing trees and fallen logs. there was magically a wood stove inside, but everything was damp and moldy. The woods themselves were alive and would shapeshift on you in the night. we caught crabs on the puget sound and cooked them in our little cabin. i lived houses houses houses and houses –far too many to count, taken in by strangers and friends –should i tell you what some strangers will do to you when they take you in, or should i leave that out?? I will spare you the tales of terror. Many people gave me work to do around their house so that I could stay there in trade. I learned more than I know and when people ask me “how do you know that?” I can’t tell them how. “How do you know all this stuff that you know?” and it is very difficult to say. The jobs I have worked are as various as the places I have been, but lets not get started on another list.
yeah, hopping freight was probably the only non-drug activity I had withdrawals from. but I mean, serious yearning, for a long time. I’m over it now. I have too many health issues… and mental health issues and I can’t travel because of them. Its probably because of the way I lived back then. I was so sick all the time when I was homeless. mostly in the winter. and I was an alcoholic and a junkie off an on and I had sex with random people. I ate out of the trash a lot and slept in recycling dumpsters for a while until I almost got eaten by a garbage truck one rainy night in Washington. it was a literal nightmare. I could hear the garbage truck in my sleep, making its rounds, getting closer to my block, and in my dreams the garbage truck was a cartoon monster, going around and ferociously, loudly eating all the trash and it was coming for me. the cartoonishness did not diminish the terror.

I am totally in a better place now. houston is the best place I have ever lived and the people I meet here are so wonderful. I mean, I am in a better place physically, but I am not exactly in a better place mentally and emotionally. I suffer from ptsd, wouldn’t you guess. actually, I was diagnosed with onset paranoid schizophrenia about a year ago –which has really put things into perspective. but I am positive that I essentially relive my past trauma, which is triggered by any sense of threat from either strangers or loved ones.

Its difficult to say how I have learned to deal with the paranoid delusions. I think the best thing to do is to be honest about feeling threatened –which is hard because people take that as an accusation, which is ironic because what I really want to do is accuse them, and attack them, but I am trying not to. so whereas I would ordinarily go apeshit on someone because I think they are an aggressor, I instead try to express my feelings and be vulnerable, and that is often perceived as playing a victim –which makes things worse. but there may be a happy medium somewhere. lately I just break down completely and can’t talk because my brain is exploding and all my thoughts are cut into pieces and I say a lot of words that dont cohere and that is embarrassing so I walk away in distress. but this is often perceived as “storming off” or something. people often think that just because you are upset that it is something you have taken personally with them. and my reality, I have learned, is that I make the mistake of taking it personally with them, but in doing so I am really only projecting my past trauma onto them in regard to some little thing they did or said that reminded me of the trauma. so I try to remember that and not project my shit onto them. but its impossible to not be upset. and being upset is a hard thing to explain away.

Most people who want to kill themselves are afraid to live. I am not afraid to live. I have lived more lives than I can even remember. Most of them haunt me. I am happy to have experienced everything. I am ready to die. Its not going to happen with warning (and probably not any time soon), but when it does, DON’T you dare fucking mourn me. Don’t you dare think that i wasted something. Don’t you dare think that I gave up. When you have had as many conflicting experiences back to back, non-stop and stacked on one another to the extent that your memories are cut into pieces and rearranged constantly and everyone seems like the same people to you, but they are mashed up and everything gets swapped in your mind because litterally almost everything is deja vu… When you don’t know who you are anymore because so many conflicting influences have laid their hands on you… Don’t tell me what to fucking do with myself. You would think that I knew better by now.