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Glenn’s Keystone Cops pin video got me thinking about past pins and boat recoveries gone wrong.
Best and worst boat rescue gone wrong.
I was on a group trip on some near flood stage north Florida River. My sons and I, all in solo boats, where out in front, had snuck past a tricky current- line sweeper on the outside bank and pulled into the first eddy below a sharp turn when we heard “Anita’s in!”, followed by “Her boat is gone!”.
That was thankfully followed, in rapid succession, by a shout of “Anita’s safe” and the arrival of her Baboosic, floating along upside down. We bulldozed her canoe into the eddy and my sons tee’ed it up and helped lift the bow over my gunwales. We had recently been practicing boat-over rescues on family trips, and that part was just beautifully cooregraphed.
I drained the Baboosic, flipped it over over, slid it back in the water to my waiting sons and said “Hand me the painter line”
The Baboosic had no painters.
OK “Take my stern line, run it under the carry handle and pass it back to me”
While this is being said and done we are all drifting out of the eddy. In some misunderstood haste my stern line was tied to the Baboosics bow carry handle, just as I drift out of the eddy, into the current, with the nicely emptied Baboosic trailing behind me.
OK, not good. I cannot attain back into the eddy and I’m drifting down a flooded river backwards with a freaking kite tied unreachable behind me.
Oh, did I mention that there was a strong wind blowing upstream? Occasionally the upwind cocks the nicely rounded Baboosic sideways in the opposing forces of swift downstream current and strong wind upstream, each time taking an increasingly larger gulp of water over the gunwale as it rolls sideways.
Oh, yeah, the river is bankful, up into the trees, with no place in sight behind me to park my irretrievable wiggle wagon and disentangle the danger.
Downstream. Backwards. With an increasingly unruly sea anchor tied to my stern. For a scary distance, before I found an eddy to first safe my canoe and then cut the line.
From that I take the following lessons:
Painter lines are invaluable.
Always have a handy release when towing a boat.
Clear communications are vital.
Boats equal ropes, ropes equal knife.
I know other folks have effed up. Let hear it, I’m sure there are some other confessionals out there to learn from.
Best and worst boat rescue gone wrong.
I was on a group trip on some near flood stage north Florida River. My sons and I, all in solo boats, where out in front, had snuck past a tricky current- line sweeper on the outside bank and pulled into the first eddy below a sharp turn when we heard “Anita’s in!”, followed by “Her boat is gone!”.
That was thankfully followed, in rapid succession, by a shout of “Anita’s safe” and the arrival of her Baboosic, floating along upside down. We bulldozed her canoe into the eddy and my sons tee’ed it up and helped lift the bow over my gunwales. We had recently been practicing boat-over rescues on family trips, and that part was just beautifully cooregraphed.
I drained the Baboosic, flipped it over over, slid it back in the water to my waiting sons and said “Hand me the painter line”
The Baboosic had no painters.
OK “Take my stern line, run it under the carry handle and pass it back to me”
While this is being said and done we are all drifting out of the eddy. In some misunderstood haste my stern line was tied to the Baboosics bow carry handle, just as I drift out of the eddy, into the current, with the nicely emptied Baboosic trailing behind me.
OK, not good. I cannot attain back into the eddy and I’m drifting down a flooded river backwards with a freaking kite tied unreachable behind me.
Oh, did I mention that there was a strong wind blowing upstream? Occasionally the upwind cocks the nicely rounded Baboosic sideways in the opposing forces of swift downstream current and strong wind upstream, each time taking an increasingly larger gulp of water over the gunwale as it rolls sideways.
Oh, yeah, the river is bankful, up into the trees, with no place in sight behind me to park my irretrievable wiggle wagon and disentangle the danger.
Downstream. Backwards. With an increasingly unruly sea anchor tied to my stern. For a scary distance, before I found an eddy to first safe my canoe and then cut the line.
From that I take the following lessons:
Painter lines are invaluable.
Always have a handy release when towing a boat.
Clear communications are vital.
Boats equal ropes, ropes equal knife.
I know other folks have effed up. Let hear it, I’m sure there are some other confessionals out there to learn from.