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<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by dmpilc</i> <br />S.F. may be short one captain this year. I remember reading he fled the scene.<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></font id="quote"></blockquote id="quote">Falcon chased him down, and the Coasties got him. Calling him a Captain might be stretching things...
From the accompanying slide show the fact that he had tacked was not apparent. If a boat tacks into the path of boat on a parallel course, and a collision results it is definitely the fault of the tacking boat. Thanks for clearing that up.
<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by Sloop Smitten</i> <br />...If a boat tacks into the path of boat on a parallel course, and a collision results it is definitely the fault of the tacking boat. Thanks for clearing that up.<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></font id="quote"></blockquote id="quote">Even better--he tacked so the Falcon was in <i>his</i> path, and then promptly rammed her amidships. Maybe he mistook the Falcon for the SF skyline or the Bay Bridge.
A GD lobster pot buoy -- which brings you to a complete stop -- and is a pain to get free of -- and if stuck there long enough is considered poaching -- which brings out any and all lobster fishermen on the attack . . . followed by the police -- and only has to happen once to make you pay a lot more attention!
I feel for you, Peter... I remember when there actually <i>were</i> lobsters in western L.I.S. (they're coming back slowly), and pot warps were <i>everywhere</i>. Many would be barely submerged at high tide or at full flow. In big chop, good luck seeing them. A balanced rudder made things even more difficult--the warp could get jammed between its "step" and the skeg. I mounted mine a few inches lower to make that situation easier to resolve.
A few days ago I admitted hitting a poorly marked rock in Newport Harbor, RI. I was just there again this weekend, had a great time, thank you, and looked across a completely empty harbor on May Day at low tide at a big rock with a pole and red marker on it, a smaller rock to its right, a very small rock to its left, and then a few more rocks further to the left underwater.
So, last summer, winding our way through a packed harbor, between many beautiful yachts and other boats, up to and around this marker, I steered right onto one of those small rocks 20 feet or so to the left of the marker.
Now my return visit to Newport at low tide confirms the need for local knowledge. I just have to go sailing more often, I think, to gather all this knowledge.
Jeez... I was thinking of Newport this summer... I'm not sure I want to risk my lower unit on whatever "local knowledge" I can dredge up. My engine is worth more than any C-25 or most C-250s. I'll have to take a close look at my charts and talk to a friend over there. (I know, who asked the $+!nkp*+...?)
It's even more embarrassing when the rock you hit has a cutesy name. My thud happened as I met "Little Ida Lewis Rock". Since there are only 2 named rocks in Newport Harbor, I have one down, and one to go. The other one is called, of course, "Ida Lewis Rock"
Hey, don't let my buddy hear about this! He's the skipper!
<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by JohnP</i> <br /> It's even more embarrassing when the rock you hit has a cutesy name. My thud happened as I met "Little Ida Lewis Rock". Since there are only 2 named rocks in Newport Harbor, I have one down, and one to go. The other one is called, of course, "Ida Lewis Rock"
Hey, don't let my buddy hear about this! He's the skipper!
And there is a marker on it... Always wondered if someone ever got too close. That is sorta the no mans land of the anchorage and after that there are mooring balls.
We got an inexpensive slip over there for one visit. The Yachting Center or Bannister's Wharf are more centrally located, however, and have nice facilities.
My spine. Sailing a dingy with a vertical daggerboard.
I was lounging across the center seat when my sons accidentally ran hard aground. "Hard Aground" in a daggerboard dingy means that a rock thrusts the daggerboard straight up into the spine of the person resting on it, tossing him neatly and almost "paralyzedly" into the lake next to the boat...
OK, souls being bared. It has to do with boating, sort of. Water skiing at low tide behind a Mako 22 ( in Mumford Cove Dave B.) with my two closest buds on board. I'm on a pair of old Cypress Garden wooden skis cutting in tight to the shoreline. Of course the inside ski has the slalom skeg and of course it grabs the bottom and thus the skis come to an abrupt stop, I don't but get pulled out of the boots and like a kid off a bike I hit the two inches of water hands forward. I come up with eelgrass in my shorts, hands scraped and cut from opening mussel shells without the benefit of a clam knife and my two buds rolling on the deck with no shred of compassion for me.
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