oh well....since Karen is going to be "tied up" all day long, I'll tell the story.
we pulled into
Red Eye's Dock Bar about 1 pm yesterday.
It was slack tide with wind out of the east. I figured I'd tie up on the west (channel) side of the dock since I figured the wind would blow me away from the dock when we left. After an hour of enjoying the sun we figured it was time to leave and head home. In that hour the tide started coming in and there was a real strong aft current (we were facing north). If you know Kent Island Narrows you know the current can run as much as 10 knots perhaps stronger. There was a guy in a big scarab (Eagles Nest) tied up about 30 feet in front of me, but where I docked was at the end of the straight section of dock and right ahead of me there was about a 30 degree bend in the dock to the left......which is the way the current was going. The current was directly at my rear.
I figured if my boat got a really good shove on the rear away from the dock, I could put it in reverse and back away with a little help from the wind to push me away.....wrong!!!!
I got a good shove but the current pushed me right back into the dock.
Fortunately I had the guy at the dock leave a big bumper of mine on the rear of the boat facing the dock because it cushioned our movement back into the dock from the current and Karen was on the bow protecting the front of the boat.
Never ask non boating people to give you a good shove off the dock, because they truly are clueless.
okay....time to rethink the current situation because the last formula didn't work.
The dock hand that was helping up is a hefty young guy and I told him to give me a BIG shove on the bow to get my nose pointed out and away from the guy in front of me. I knew as soon as we let go of the dock we'd drift right into the guy in front me so I had to move fast and deciseively.
SO.....
the dock hand gives the bow a big shove. We start to move and the I feel the current taking over once again. It was time time for big gonads at the throttles. I look back and see no one has messed with my rear bumper and I cut the wheel hard left and gun the throttles. I've got the nose angled past the guy in front of me, but our present trajectory will bring the rear of my boat right into this. BIGGER slam on the throttles and this time I cut the wheel hard right and even bigger blast on the throttles and the back on swings around. We go sailing past his guy by about 18 inches at about 15 mph....
phew...
my heart slowly drops back down into my chest and out of my throat. Karen's eyes are about as big as Dave Letterman bank account and I am thanksful to be out of there. I hear the studder in her voice as she's trying to regain her composure since she was unaware of what had to happen in that instant....
...never a dull moment on American Beauty....
oh...here's the truly ironic part... As we're out in the narrows about 100 yards away putting the lines and bumpers away, I see the guy in scarab pull out.... grrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!