08-01-2006, 06:21 PM
Awright, GOSH!!!
I decided to go sailing, singlehandedly, up to Pineview Resevoir July 22nd. Probably not a good pick, but there were mitigating circumstances. As I drove by the lake, I noticed that there were less power boats than I had expected, and there was a nice breeze.
As I got to the ramp, there were about nine or ten boats in line already, waiting to launch. No problem, I thought, as I started to rig my sails. "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Did you build that yourself?" "Nice boat".
Anyway, got to the ramp, and some dill hole pushed his trailer right ahead of me. So I backed in right next to him, there seemed to be plenty of room for the both of us. No problems. Yet.
I started to motor over to the dock, when the wake of some dumbsh*@ rocked my boat so bad, the motor came off the mount. Luckily, I grabbed it before it fell in the water. I turned to look to see where that jackA$$ went, and noticed three sheriffs, standing around drinking coffee. Actually, only one was drinking coffee. The others were probably coaching him.....The sheriff patrol boat was at the dock, but the officers didn't seem very interested in the boater that just buzzed the ramp, inside the buoys.
I decided to sail over to the east, where there was a nice point that blocked the wakes pretty well, or so I thought. I got about 45 minutes of fair sailing in, before things started to really get bad. I was only about 200-250 yards from the ramp/sheriffs, when a monster cabin cruiser buzzed me at about 40 mph, I would guess 30 yards away. My riggin held up, but I had my first experience at baling water from the cockpit. Again, I looked over to the ramp, to see the officers de juer staring out at the lake, mesmerized by its wetness. As I am making the appropriate hand signals to the captain of the other boat, another boat screams up to my port side, and shuts down his motor about 10 yards from me. "Nice boat". "Did you build that yourself?". As I didn't answer right away, and probably noticing my fleeting attempts to bail water from the cockpit, they took off, as quickly as they stopped. Again, I look to the officers, and they have started up the hill to the main building, probably to get more coffee.
I decided at that point that my safety and my boat's safety are in peril, and headed back to the dock, to pull out, lesson learned. My sails were up, and I was sailing windward in a light breeze. As I got within about 50 yards of the dock, another gifted powerboater cut me off, and took the spot I was sailing for at the dock.
This wake, although not as serious as the others, also welcomed itself into my cockpit. **Note - this is the first trip out that I took a milk jug bucket for bailing. Good thing.**
I shook my head in disbelief, and continued for the dock, opposite side this time. And, right on cue, another wonderfully considerate powerboater cut right in front of me, this time only about 20 yards away. I yelled at him, letting him know he took my spot, and he let me know I was number 1. The sheriffs were now admiring a fourth officer's new patrol truck.
I snapped. I looked over at the ramp, which was empty, but one fellow's wife was bringing their trailer over. I hit the motor on my boat, and brought it in to the RAMP as fast as I could. I beached the boat on the ramp sideways, cast off both anchors, and waded out to get my truck. I walked intentionally slow. With the boat in the way, no one could launch or retrieve any boats. I backed my boat down the ramp, and started retrieving my boat. Jack@$$ #1 was yelling at me from the safety of his boat, but I was a little bit more interested in Jack@$$ #2, who was heading down to have a word with me. I was pretty sure he was upset, cause his buddy was trying to hold him back. This FINALLY got the attention of the coffee-drinking sheriff, and he headed over to intercept...ME? I told my story to the sheriiff, as his buddies "mosied" over, but it all fell on deaf ears. I was creating a "disturbance" and would have to leave. I was informed also that if I attempted to return, I would be cited. I wish I knew more about boating laws at that time. I since learned more about how horrifically wrong the sheriff was. I did, however, get his name. I also wrote a very detailed letter to his supervisor, and forwarded one to the mayor of Huntsville. I have told this story to a couple of police I know, and a ranger I met at the GSL. All of them have told me I should have put up more of a fight.
DAMAGE REPORT:
The rigging held up extremely well. My keel has a 5-foot gouge about 2 feet forward of center, running back on the starboard side. A couple of glue joints show signs of stress, but nothing a little paint won't cure for now.
I decided to go sailing, singlehandedly, up to Pineview Resevoir July 22nd. Probably not a good pick, but there were mitigating circumstances. As I drove by the lake, I noticed that there were less power boats than I had expected, and there was a nice breeze.
As I got to the ramp, there were about nine or ten boats in line already, waiting to launch. No problem, I thought, as I started to rig my sails. "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Nice boat". "Did you build that yourself?" "Nice boat".
Anyway, got to the ramp, and some dill hole pushed his trailer right ahead of me. So I backed in right next to him, there seemed to be plenty of room for the both of us. No problems. Yet.
I started to motor over to the dock, when the wake of some dumbsh*@ rocked my boat so bad, the motor came off the mount. Luckily, I grabbed it before it fell in the water. I turned to look to see where that jackA$$ went, and noticed three sheriffs, standing around drinking coffee. Actually, only one was drinking coffee. The others were probably coaching him.....The sheriff patrol boat was at the dock, but the officers didn't seem very interested in the boater that just buzzed the ramp, inside the buoys.
I decided to sail over to the east, where there was a nice point that blocked the wakes pretty well, or so I thought. I got about 45 minutes of fair sailing in, before things started to really get bad. I was only about 200-250 yards from the ramp/sheriffs, when a monster cabin cruiser buzzed me at about 40 mph, I would guess 30 yards away. My riggin held up, but I had my first experience at baling water from the cockpit. Again, I looked over to the ramp, to see the officers de juer staring out at the lake, mesmerized by its wetness. As I am making the appropriate hand signals to the captain of the other boat, another boat screams up to my port side, and shuts down his motor about 10 yards from me. "Nice boat". "Did you build that yourself?". As I didn't answer right away, and probably noticing my fleeting attempts to bail water from the cockpit, they took off, as quickly as they stopped. Again, I look to the officers, and they have started up the hill to the main building, probably to get more coffee.
I decided at that point that my safety and my boat's safety are in peril, and headed back to the dock, to pull out, lesson learned. My sails were up, and I was sailing windward in a light breeze. As I got within about 50 yards of the dock, another gifted powerboater cut me off, and took the spot I was sailing for at the dock.
This wake, although not as serious as the others, also welcomed itself into my cockpit. **Note - this is the first trip out that I took a milk jug bucket for bailing. Good thing.**
I shook my head in disbelief, and continued for the dock, opposite side this time. And, right on cue, another wonderfully considerate powerboater cut right in front of me, this time only about 20 yards away. I yelled at him, letting him know he took my spot, and he let me know I was number 1. The sheriffs were now admiring a fourth officer's new patrol truck.
I snapped. I looked over at the ramp, which was empty, but one fellow's wife was bringing their trailer over. I hit the motor on my boat, and brought it in to the RAMP as fast as I could. I beached the boat on the ramp sideways, cast off both anchors, and waded out to get my truck. I walked intentionally slow. With the boat in the way, no one could launch or retrieve any boats. I backed my boat down the ramp, and started retrieving my boat. Jack@$$ #1 was yelling at me from the safety of his boat, but I was a little bit more interested in Jack@$$ #2, who was heading down to have a word with me. I was pretty sure he was upset, cause his buddy was trying to hold him back. This FINALLY got the attention of the coffee-drinking sheriff, and he headed over to intercept...ME? I told my story to the sheriiff, as his buddies "mosied" over, but it all fell on deaf ears. I was creating a "disturbance" and would have to leave. I was informed also that if I attempted to return, I would be cited. I wish I knew more about boating laws at that time. I since learned more about how horrifically wrong the sheriff was. I did, however, get his name. I also wrote a very detailed letter to his supervisor, and forwarded one to the mayor of Huntsville. I have told this story to a couple of police I know, and a ranger I met at the GSL. All of them have told me I should have put up more of a fight.
DAMAGE REPORT:
The rigging held up extremely well. My keel has a 5-foot gouge about 2 feet forward of center, running back on the starboard side. A couple of glue joints show signs of stress, but nothing a little paint won't cure for now.