from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A flatbottom open boat of shallow draft, having a pointed bow and a square stern and propelled by oars, sail, or motor.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. A small flat-bottomed open boat with a pointed bow and square stern.
- n. Any of various types of boats small enough for sailing or rowing by one person.
- n. A light wind/rain/snow, etc.
- n. Used when referring to anyone (typically rednecks and fishermen) who has a degree of intelligence, but believes they are more than they actually are.
- v. To navigate in a skiff.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A small, light boat.
- transitive v. To navigate in a skiff.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Formerly, a small sailing vessel resembling a sloop.
- n. Now, a small boat propelled by oars.
- To sail upon or pass over in a skiff or light boat.
- Oblique; distorted; awkward.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. any of various small boats propelled by oars or by sails or by a motor
At first, I thought it was a small boat, the word skiff derived from the Germanic schif, akin to ship.
That 14 foot flat skiff is not very different from my boat.
My boat, a scraped and dented 14 foot aluminum skiff is named "The Nutmeg of Consolation" in honor of Mr. Patrick O'Brian who authored one of the best serial sea stories every written.
The “little” guy with the skiff is still going to be feeding his family with the money he makes from the big EVIL businessman.
The boat, which I judged a small skiff from the quick stroke of the oars, was landing in the mud about fifty yards up the beach.
The skiff, which is always perverse, is pounding against the barnacles on the piles which threaten to scrape its gunwale off.
Beside the skiff was a red canoe, beached and lying on its starboard side.
The attack on the skiff was the last great effort of the fish, and though he still swam strongly he could be controlled.
I lost no time in calling a skiff alongside; then, shaking the dust from off my feet, I was soon pulling away for the shore.
The skiff was a hundred yards out on the glassy sea when Crump spoke cunningly, "I knowed something ----"