Has anyone ever fell out of the cock pit on a 22' C-Dory?????? It seems like you would need to drunk or have little or no reflexes to pull it off.
Chris asked, so I have a story to relay. As you all know our C-Dorys attract some attention, and as usual, when I pull around and park the boat in the street preparatory for going out to the marina to launch, someone always stops by to admire. Last week as we were getting ready, a gentleman driving by, pulled up and stopped, got out and walked back to chat, I thought. He walked up and peered over the starboard cock pit rail and said, "You don't use a carpet in there do you?" Answering in the negatively affirmative, I asked why. "That's good", he said, "and here's why." Here is his story:
"Mind you this was several years ago, and we were both just over 70, he said, speaking of himself and his wife. We were out fishing, about 5 miles north of Ediz Hook, (That's Port Angeles, WA) in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It was cool so I was wearing a heavy jacket, and had just pulled up the downrigger to reset and reached over the side to pick up a 10 pound ball, gave it a bit of a jerk to clear some seaweed off of it, and the next thing I knew my feet slipped, as the carpet slid and I was over the side and into the 45 degree water. Boat running at trolling speed, wife in the cabin, didn't hear the splash, but noticed the boat rock, and looked out in time to see me waving and yelling. Now she didn't drive the boat, ever, didn't know how to turn, stop or use the radio. There was a red line tied to the kill switch on the kicker, and I yelled at her to pull that. Finally she got it. She then grabbed the throwable, but when she threw it the line snagged and fell far short. Boat is 100 feet away by now and drifting away with the wind. No boats close by, and my PFD was in the cabin, nice and dry. I couldn't swim with the heavy coat on, all I could do was turn on my back and try and stay on the surface.
"Then I thought of the canned air horn, and yelled at her to use that and to start blowing it. She did, "blast, blast, blast blast, blast, blast, and... continued". As the can ran out, and the boat is now closing on a 100 yards down wind, 3 other fishing boats arrived from nowhere. Some big burly fisherman reached over his gunnel, and hoisted me up and into his boat by my belt. I could hardly move, and had been in the water nearly 20 minutes. They took me back to my boat and then someone took my boat, wife and I back to shore.
"So I wanted to admire your boat, and make sure that you didn't have a carpet in that cock pit to slip on. Also, make sure you always wear your PFD if you want to be sure you are coming back from your fishing trip."
We chatted a bit about the lessons learned, (1. everyone on board should know how to use the radio, and the safety equipment; 2.
everyone Always wear a PFD; 3.Be prepared to have to get someone onboard over your gunnel; 4.your regular partner should be capable of driving the boat.) We left him with an invitation to come for a ride, anytime, and we would have a PFD for him.
By the way, his name was Bob. And this is a true story, and he is one lucky Bob.
Harvey & Deena
Sleepy C :moon
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