Good story DD. Sounds like you had a plan and carried it out quickly before things got worse. A little girlfriend training might be in order. Don't sweat it, I touched the bottom the very first time I ever moved my boat.
It was tied up on the seller's mooring
in Hillsmere Creek. The seller sharply cautioned me that there were two sandbars with a narrow slot very close to the channel marker. He said that they'd been on the "dredge list" for two years.
Since I only had to move the boat over to the next river to get it home, I asked the seller if he wouldn't mind motoring home with me to guide me out.
When a break in the autumn weather
finally came, we slipped the mooring
with me on the tiller and headed outbound. The owner insisted that I make directly for the green channel marker. When we were nearly at the point of collision
, he insisted that I leave the green marker to port. My brain knew that this was wrong, I asked if he was sure and he insisted. I decided that this was "his" water and that he knew better than I, but I backed off the throttle until we had very little way on.
Sure enough, the depth
finder rapidly went "5, 4, 3, 2.5, beeeeeeeeep!
Luckily the tide, the current
and the wind were all blowing into the creek. A minute or so with the engine in reverse hopped us off of the bar, and we made our escape to the correct side of the daymark with the depth
finder reading 3 feet the whole time.
I heard him mutter to himself "Damn, that's right, shoulda been on the other side of the marker."
Now it might seem like I'm blaming the seller but I'm not. At that point I owned the boat and it was my responsibility. I vowed that I'd never sit quietly again (especially on my own boat) when I see something so blatantly wrong.