Ha, even the long shaft is too short...air boat?
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Ha, even the long shaft is too short...air boat?
Appears to be more of planter.
Fucking boats!!!!
That is all for now. Don't want to talk about it.
Fucking Boats!!!
Break
Out
Another
Ten thousand
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ugh. good luck.
Bit sporty out there today, we didn't get far.
I got a little bit of the fever. I'm in no position to do anything about it but it's there. Burning. Slowly.
Come back here for a ride sometime and check out the new rig. Put about 50 miles on it today in conditions I would have just turned around at the harbor entrance in the old boat.
That's great. I know how ruff those NE inlets can be. How's it handling the waves?
Really well. Heavy boat, 24 degree deadrise deep vee, Albemarle made their name with offshore boats and it shows its roots.
For sure. Block Island, the Vineyard, the Cape, even Boston are all very doable. Saturday's supposed to be nice, we have plans to head to Newport for the afternoon if so. Let me know if you head this way.
Fog much.... thank God for radar.
This was the day we moved the boat from Boston to the Cape. Went right be Cleveland Ledge.
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I brought a small CC around from RI to the south shore of Nassau county one day in fog like that (with only Loran C). We left with heavy fog and large breakers and rollers in the breachway, stopped at the Montauk YC for breakfast and continued on in the fog at 40mph. We ran along the beach listening and feeling for waves breaking and only saw one other boat (waiting in the fog to find their way into Shinnecock inlet). I didn't think there was enough fuel to make it to Jones inlet so we stopped outside FI inlet to look for the lighthouse and find our way in. After a few minutes I heard the gong and realized it wasn't where I expected it to be, We had been sucked into the inlet without even knowing it. Once we were behind the beach the fog cleared and it was a beautiful day.
Dang. We could see it gathering over Vineyard sound and moving closer but we ran from Marion to Westport around 1:00-2:00 and stayed out of it.
That link reminds of that other one a few years ago when the kid drowned, people get in that mess around Cleveland light and don't even know it's there.
There was a boat capsized in Westport harbor yesterday, no idea what happened or even what kind of boat it was, all you could see was the bottom of the bow sticking up. There was a guy in the water swimming towards the Sea Tow boat that was there at anchor, all we could figure was he dove in to get a line on the boat, everything seemed calm and more or less under control so we just kept on going after idling there a few minutes to see if they needed help.
It's amazing how quick a marine fog can roll in. I was fishing off NJ coast one time with a friend and that shit rolled in like a Scooby Doo cartoon. No fun, but at least it's a 2 dimensional problem and you can often wait it out until it clears up a bit.
This morning in Maine…
I just learned that Benjamin Moore Paints has a color called "Nantucket Fog". You get really good at tuning your radar to see lobster pots when you spend a lot of time fishing south of the islands.
During World War 2 the Army Air Corps wanted a place to train pilots how to land in dense fog so they built the Nantucket airport. Or so I've been told. Of course nowadays people bitch about their flights into there being delayed by fog.
I spent a summer driving a launch in Camden. One foggy day, I was taking somebody out to their boat, and the fog intensified to the point where I couldn't really see the bow of the boat. No compass or anything, because it's just a launch that mainly serves the small, densely packed inner harbor.
I was talking to my passenger and pretending to know where we were headed, until we passed the last marker leaving the harbor. The outer harbor, out by the lighthouse. Ooops, too far.
Turned around, started heading back into the harbor. Time passes. Tension is building, as I clearly have no idea where I am.
All of a sudden, a gull sitting on a rock appears about a foot off the bow, and it's clear we're about to go around. I slammed the launch into hard reverse, and managed to avoid hitting the rock, and going aground.
Luckily for me, the fog magically lifted, and I delivered a relieved customer to their boat.
Maine fog is no joke.