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Originally posted by jmas
Thud, Next time please take some pictures, maybe mount a web cam on the bow.
Not on your life! I'd be the star of YouTube for weeks at a time.
Sandy you have wisdom borne of experience.
While in Ketchikan I watched the Coasties demonstrating some survival tecniques.
They jumped in wearing those Mustang suits. Boy that was neat. If I were working on something I'd like one of those on me all the time.
They also 'Fell' out of a skiff and got back into it.
Getting back into a skiff wearing a Mustang suit is next to impossible. Doing anything while wearing a Mustang suit is next to impossible.
Wearing an inflatable coat its also damn near impossible. (I gave my Inflatable coat away because it was like wearing a suit of armor that caused me to sweat inside it)
A life preserver was easier but it caught on stuff and he had a heckuva a time. It took him a couple of try's.
By the time he got into the skiff, it was nearly swamped and he was shivvering so badly he was almost helpless.
This is a young healthy Coastie! An old guy like me or a smaller woman wouldnt ever make it.
The skiff was empty, but it did have an outboard on the stern. Those coasties went in over the rear quarter and as you said, like a teenager, they almost lept out of the water and over the side.
I do not think I would have made the second try. I'd have been way too cold to function by that time.
One more thing, I saw, was the floatation in the skiff caused it to stay upright even when swamped. Everything made since '72' is supposed to act like that when fully loaded.
That's good. I've been in that situation and you warm up kinda quickly when your bailing.
I've always had my bail bucket on a tether since my nephew lost one overside. My current Bailer is a big Laundry Soap Container with the bottom cut out. Whatta bailer! It's almost a half gallon at a time.
I laughed at your tale of the old Grumman and catching a trailing painter.
In my mind I saw a kid swimming to catch up with a Canoe that was going off with the wind and the tide was holding the swimmer back.
A big voice coming down out of the clouds saying: "How long can you tread water?"
I spent the morning taking things out of the little skiff and transfering all that stuff to my 15' Jon boat with the 48" bottom.
No more fighting it for me. I'll be able to stand up and walk around in this one and I'll have to learn to depend on the motors. I give up being young. Now I'm accepting being old!