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Trolling Motor Batteries

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I have a nightmare that needs to be fixed. I have a 24 volt system. I have a Minnkota Vantage trolling motor that uses 3 leads, an inboard charger that has 4 leads, a front mount trolling motor with 2 more, and a depth finder with 2 more leads. 11 total. There is not a lot of room in the storage area of my boat. To make a long story short if you need to change batteries it is a problem getting all the leads removed and then back onto their proper battery posts. There has to be a simpler way than taping wires together to make a bundle of wire for each terminal to make sure they are put back onto the correct terminal. Any ideas.

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I just bundled mine up and marked with red or black perm marker where they went. I used small zip ties in red and black as well.

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you can get 2 or 4 small fuse blocks and run all the wires to them and then just one wire from them to the bat

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With numerous batteries in the boat, I do the same as Northlander and it works well.

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First off, I'd keep your locator wires off the trolling motor batteries to eliminate the chance of interference.

Secondly, they make terminal blocks like this:

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That would help clean up the wiring.

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