My first big sailboat, a 1963 Wooden 26' Thunderbird. Before that I sailed a Laser and on my fathers 20' Santana. As kids
we had the job of dad bringing her in slow, the kids
jump off as soon as we can, grab the bow and stop the boat in time. It was fun.
Upon bringing my new boat home, I pulled up and had my partner jump off to stop the boat. Well, 4500 pounds is different than 1200, and ym friend is not as strong as I am. Well. I ran her square into the dock with a good BAM!! But thats okay.. there was already some storm damage in the stem that came with the boat. I can fix both at the same time :-)
Thants not as funny
as coming into the same slip, with the same friend, on our 1960 22' woodie cabin
cruiser. We had just cuised home in cold weather
and there was still some ice on the decks. As I pull her in and he is scooting out on the narrow little deck
along the edge of the cabin
I see him fall off, first the knees go by, then the belly, and finally the face with some of the biggest eyes I have seen into the Columbia
river (which is damn cold in December). I run back to see if he is okay, run forward to slam it in reverse before hitting the dock and stop her, run back and haul is wet butt back in and run forward again to dock her. Okay fiend, you gotta get rid of those 20 year old 'favorie' treadless deck
shoes. THey are more like skiis than boat shoes!