zoidberg
Well-Known Member
They always seem to bring joy.
I've had many encounters with dolphins over the years. Here are a couple of brief tales, to start things off....
Among the most memorable.... some decades ago, while alone-helming the Island Cruising Club's schooner 'Hoshi' cross-channel on a murky black night, a pair of torpedo trails of vivid phosphorescence shot past from astern.... then two more....then others. I called the others up from below to witness this spectacular show. The pod settled in/around the bow wave for 20 minutes or so.
Leaving Baltimore Harbour, Co.Cork on a bright morning I was joined by a pod of large critturs who were fascinated by the white water-paddle of my windvane steering gear. They pushed and shoved each other for minutes on end, trying to get within inches of the wooden paddle, and the big one would roll half-sideways to stare fixedly up at me just a couple of feet away, hanging over the transom.
On another occasion, motoring slowly one evening into Salcombe Harbour on a flat sea, just before the bar, we noticed a small motor-launch stopped, close in under the crags, with its occupants gesturing to us. We stopped the engine, then noticed just ahead a ring of air bubbles rise up, then another just adjacent.... We drifted back slowly on the start of the ebb, watching this 'shepherding' of schools of fish by a pod of dolphins - which is what the others had noticed, and didn't want us to disturb. We slipped quietly off to the side and got out of the way of their evening feed.
I've had many encounters with dolphins over the years. Here are a couple of brief tales, to start things off....
Among the most memorable.... some decades ago, while alone-helming the Island Cruising Club's schooner 'Hoshi' cross-channel on a murky black night, a pair of torpedo trails of vivid phosphorescence shot past from astern.... then two more....then others. I called the others up from below to witness this spectacular show. The pod settled in/around the bow wave for 20 minutes or so.
Leaving Baltimore Harbour, Co.Cork on a bright morning I was joined by a pod of large critturs who were fascinated by the white water-paddle of my windvane steering gear. They pushed and shoved each other for minutes on end, trying to get within inches of the wooden paddle, and the big one would roll half-sideways to stare fixedly up at me just a couple of feet away, hanging over the transom.
On another occasion, motoring slowly one evening into Salcombe Harbour on a flat sea, just before the bar, we noticed a small motor-launch stopped, close in under the crags, with its occupants gesturing to us. We stopped the engine, then noticed just ahead a ring of air bubbles rise up, then another just adjacent.... We drifted back slowly on the start of the ebb, watching this 'shepherding' of schools of fish by a pod of dolphins - which is what the others had noticed, and didn't want us to disturb. We slipped quietly off to the side and got out of the way of their evening feed.




