Was heading out the harbor the other day. The channel was narrow and the wind
was up and we were motoring into the morning sun.
As normal I'm pissed about the lobster pots that are in the ficking channel. I suddenly realize that I have lost
one of them in the glare and don't see it anymore and quickly put the engine
Shortly after that the boat come to a STOP! The wind
is blowing 15-20 but the boat isn't even pointing into the wind. Now I'm pissed AND stressed!
So I had some room and feel that if I could free myself I could sail out into the clear, so we put out the head
sail. Now we are still not working with the sail out and rigged for a reach. The GPS
says we aren't moving and I'm in awe of the lobster pot that can hold a 20,000 boat in 15 knot
wind with it's head
sail out. We let the sail out and then bring it in in an attempt to make the boat turn to hopefully get the lobster pot line to slide off.
No luck! That pot has us and we can not get the boat to turn etc. and I'm going though my options in my mind. One of which is calling for help because I'm not going in the water
to try to free the line (don't even have a mask etc.)
I'm in fear of using the engine
as it doesn't have a cutter
and I don't want the line to wrap. But I figure it was wrapped at the start and hope that it is only wrapped on the keel
. So I send my wife down to watch the prop shaft and but it in reverser and give it some power. To my relief the prop turns and we start to move backwards so I put the engine back in neutral.
Then to my relief up pops the lobster pot float! I put the engine in forward and give it some power as we are now blowing back toward the jetty etc and I need to get the hell out of there.
This makes the boat shake etc and I'm now worried that I'm done something to my prop and quickly roll the head sail out. We get moving and head back out the channel. I'm thinking "well we will sail home and then get a tow in". But decide to try the engine again and it appears to be working fine and I decide that the shaking was just a combo of reversing direction in choppy water
and my stress level.
We sail off and for the next 30 minutes feel we are in a lobster pot mine field (it was a heavy potted area).
We bet that lobster pot was later telling his friends of the "one that got away" as it hooked us but just couldn't land us.