I guess I've hit my shae of things, but the one I remember clearest is something that hit ME!
We were anchored behind Petit St. Vincent in the Grenadines along with several other boats. A very large (90'+) British yacht was just forward of us. It was blowing at least 25 kt. and squalls were passing through. the yacht was sailing back and forth on its anchor
like a caged tiger - back and forth over a full boat length. It made me nervous so I came on deck
frequently to make sure it was staying put.
On one such trip as I peered through the wind-driven rain I saw a large, white object looming out of the gloom. Iceberg? Certainly not here ... and icebergs don't have masts! I yelled below to my wife and together we dashed forward - soaking wet in our underwear - to try to fend off the 40-something footer which was dragging sideways through the anchorage straight at us. It hit our bow portside to, just forward of its cockpit. We shouted trying to raise its crew, but no one was on board! We struggled and heaved and managed to push forward a bit, but instead of sliding on past its deep spade rudder
fouled on our all chain rode
and it became firmly lodged.
There we were - in the pouring rain, wind
shreaking past us with a big Beneteau
hooked to our port bow where it was starting to bump and grind. We wedged all our fenders between the two boats, and went aboard the other boat and found their fenders, too. Clearly we had no chance of disliodging the intruder.
Happily, the paid crew of the British yacht saw our perdicament and came over in their big dinghy
About that time two French couples came putting through the rain searching for the boat they had left safely anchored while they went ashore for dinner. They nonchalontly climbed aboard and the two ladies disappeared below to get out of the rain. The men
sauntered over to WATCH as we tried to keep the two boats apart. Eventually they realized that they might be of help!
After about an hour we managed to get the thing free (after cutting its anchor
loose) and the Frenchmen motored off to find another place to anchor.
Next morning I was releved to find that very little damage had been done, and I took my dink over to talk with the captain
of the other boat. He apologized and explained that he couldn't understand whey he had dragged because he had put out at least an extra 50 feet of rode
after his anchor hit bottom (we were in about 20 feet)!!! He gave me the name and number of his insurance agent back on St. Martin (whiuch turned out to be ficticious).
My ol' 60# CQR
did quite a job that night holding two boats in those squalls.