Norman_E
Well-known member
Not even a dog's life, though I would have tried to save a dog.
I was in a bay where you can moor bows to, against a little pontoon with lazy lines attached to the stern. In came a chartered Beneteau Sense 50 footer with five German crew. At dinner all five became pretty drunk. This being part of the German tradition of leaving wives behind and going on an all male drinking holiday. The wind was getting up and before going to bed I had twice asked them to secure their banging halyard. The third time I asked them I had my boat knife in my hand ready to deal with it myself, and they took the hint. It took them about 15 minutes of trial and error to find out how to do it.
I checked that my lines were secure and went to bed. Shortly afterwards there was a bang and a bump and I got up to find out that the fools had put their stern lines onto winches and pulled them so hard that they had moved the mooring block and chain, causing my lines to go slack and the bows to hit the pontoon. Whilst I was telling the fools not to winch their lines any more, having pulled up almost two yards of slack on mine, one of them looked over the stern at the lines and fell in. I let his mates pull him out.
I was in a bay where you can moor bows to, against a little pontoon with lazy lines attached to the stern. In came a chartered Beneteau Sense 50 footer with five German crew. At dinner all five became pretty drunk. This being part of the German tradition of leaving wives behind and going on an all male drinking holiday. The wind was getting up and before going to bed I had twice asked them to secure their banging halyard. The third time I asked them I had my boat knife in my hand ready to deal with it myself, and they took the hint. It took them about 15 minutes of trial and error to find out how to do it.
I checked that my lines were secure and went to bed. Shortly afterwards there was a bang and a bump and I got up to find out that the fools had put their stern lines onto winches and pulled them so hard that they had moved the mooring block and chain, causing my lines to go slack and the bows to hit the pontoon. Whilst I was telling the fools not to winch their lines any more, having pulled up almost two yards of slack on mine, one of them looked over the stern at the lines and fell in. I let his mates pull him out.