Re: KLSWC
On Monday, January 7, 2002, at 10:43 AM, Chris wrote:
when I was there.
While I was there a couple had the big boat out and provided one of the
most amazing aquatic spectacles I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Up off the north end of Nest Keys must be one of the easiest places in
the world to anchor, good holding, shallow, clear, no tide worth
mentioning. These two turned anchoring there on a still evening into a
40 minute screaming motor racing circus that I could hear from 600
yards away. They first managed to run over their anchor line and wrap
it on the prop, got that cleared and then ran aground while backing down
the anchor. Hubby stood in the cockpit and revved the poor Evinrude
while wifey hopped off the bow to pull... and immediately sank right up
to her large admirable bosom in the marl. Hubby runs up to the bow to
check on wifey, once his great bulk moves forward the stern of the boat
lifts enough to float clear and the still-revving Evinrude begins to
move the whole show forward, then into a circle, nobody at the helm.
Hubby races back to the cockpit to shut everything down, somehow boat
avoids hitting wifey, who remains firmly planted in the mud.
I'll skip over the rest except to say I laughed immoderately, they heard
me and glared, I had to put away the binoculars and thus never saw
exactly how wifey got out of the mud or if she lost any clothing in
doing so.
Tom K
> I, too, chartered from KLSWC. Really a great way to sail a BlackYes, they had a number of Micros laying about too, none in commission
> Skimmer,
> in waters where they really belonged. They had another Bolger boat,
> somewhat larger, that they would rent out only to parties with two
> experienced sailors (which left my wife and me out).
when I was there.
While I was there a couple had the big boat out and provided one of the
most amazing aquatic spectacles I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Up off the north end of Nest Keys must be one of the easiest places in
the world to anchor, good holding, shallow, clear, no tide worth
mentioning. These two turned anchoring there on a still evening into a
40 minute screaming motor racing circus that I could hear from 600
yards away. They first managed to run over their anchor line and wrap
it on the prop, got that cleared and then ran aground while backing down
the anchor. Hubby stood in the cockpit and revved the poor Evinrude
while wifey hopped off the bow to pull... and immediately sank right up
to her large admirable bosom in the marl. Hubby runs up to the bow to
check on wifey, once his great bulk moves forward the stern of the boat
lifts enough to float clear and the still-revving Evinrude begins to
move the whole show forward, then into a circle, nobody at the helm.
Hubby races back to the cockpit to shut everything down, somehow boat
avoids hitting wifey, who remains firmly planted in the mud.
I'll skip over the rest except to say I laughed immoderately, they heard
me and glared, I had to put away the binoculars and thus never saw
exactly how wifey got out of the mud or if she lost any clothing in
doing so.
Tom K