tinkicker0
Well-Known Member
Yesterday evening.
Was chugging along up river when a 16 footish ski type boat with outboard was observed apparently anchored up near the middle of the channel, so I cut the power to idle to avoid my wash breaking the anchor free or rocking them about.
As I approached, the young guy started waving his arms about so I got a bit closer. Apparently his outboard had cut out and they had been drifting without power downstream for "ages".
So I lashed them to the starboard side using springs and took them back up river to Bishopthorpe marina where their trailer was.
They don't handle well with asymmetric thrust do they? More like a crabbing motion, had to try keep the other boat upstream a bit and use opposite lock.
Anyway, got to the marina but lots of boats parked around the slip and very confined space to the dock, tried a couple of times. Got him within 4 feet of the dock after a bit of a struggle and concerned my bow was running out of water as it was over the slip, had to hail another boater to take his painter, cut him loose and get the hell outta there before we drifted into one of the other boats.
The lad was very embarrassed as you are, but SWMBO said the wife commented that she was very impressed with my skill.
Anyway went back down river to my usual mooring spot just downstream of the fuel pontoon and full of cocksureness as Captain Tinny, skipper extraordinary, approached the pontoon using my usual ferry glide approach as I have done a 100 times before without incident.
Could I get in? Could I hell, damned thing was swinging all over the place
, Conscious of other skippers,moored on the other side of the river looking on over their chardonnay, I was getting a bit flustered. Got in close again, SWMBO hooked the bollard of choice with the stern line and job sorted.
NOPE, SWMBO had lifted the bight off our sterncleat in hooking the bollard
so rope on bollard, sterncleat without rope and we swinging back into the stream again looking at the mooring line left on the pontoon 
I could have easily said a few naughty words to SWMBO by this time, but she is a tender thing and such things are better bitten back.
Finally got in and got to surround a goodly quantity of beer, although it was a timely reminder that if you start thinking you are good, fate is gonna bite you on the ass.
Was chugging along up river when a 16 footish ski type boat with outboard was observed apparently anchored up near the middle of the channel, so I cut the power to idle to avoid my wash breaking the anchor free or rocking them about.
As I approached, the young guy started waving his arms about so I got a bit closer. Apparently his outboard had cut out and they had been drifting without power downstream for "ages".
So I lashed them to the starboard side using springs and took them back up river to Bishopthorpe marina where their trailer was.
They don't handle well with asymmetric thrust do they? More like a crabbing motion, had to try keep the other boat upstream a bit and use opposite lock.
Anyway, got to the marina but lots of boats parked around the slip and very confined space to the dock, tried a couple of times. Got him within 4 feet of the dock after a bit of a struggle and concerned my bow was running out of water as it was over the slip, had to hail another boater to take his painter, cut him loose and get the hell outta there before we drifted into one of the other boats.
The lad was very embarrassed as you are, but SWMBO said the wife commented that she was very impressed with my skill.
Anyway went back down river to my usual mooring spot just downstream of the fuel pontoon and full of cocksureness as Captain Tinny, skipper extraordinary, approached the pontoon using my usual ferry glide approach as I have done a 100 times before without incident.
Could I get in? Could I hell, damned thing was swinging all over the place
NOPE, SWMBO had lifted the bight off our sterncleat in hooking the bollard
I could have easily said a few naughty words to SWMBO by this time, but she is a tender thing and such things are better bitten back.
Finally got in and got to surround a goodly quantity of beer, although it was a timely reminder that if you start thinking you are good, fate is gonna bite you on the ass.