I’ve seen this tug before, but each previous time it was either engaged or more than a mile away, and this tug, large in spirit but not in actual dimensions . . . at a distance of over a mile, well . . . loses detail. This time is it really close and light.
So here are photos from my fortunate encounter the other day. Guess the dimensions?
She does share some lines with an older but larger sibling, product of the same G-H yard, Benjamin Elliot.
Seeing her pass, each time she passes, I remembered a song.
It was a great day.
All photos and sentiments, WVD
tugster: a waterblog 
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November 4, 2020 at 1:24 pm
mageb
No bumper on the nice silver one. I can always tell when a truck of that vintage goes by because G says, “That truck should have a bumper.” LOL
November 4, 2020 at 3:45 pm
Frederick H Mallett
A 45 foot single screw Gladding Hearn built tug with a GM 12 v 71
November 4, 2020 at 5:46 pm
Daniel J Meeter
A great little post. It didn’t remind me of the song, but the second shot, with the plume of smoke from somewhere in Jersey, reminded me of the children’s book of Tuffy (Puffy, maybe?) the Tugboat. From where I now live in Poughkeepsie I watch many trains, on both sides, and the odd Reinauor tug-and-barge.