My worst mooring story, nearly a fight, after a murder!
Bill, a well known salt
in the area, and I and my then 4 year old daughter picked up one of the resort moorings at Furneax lodge in the Marlborough Sounds. The wee one was loving boating
, including the nautical terms, and of course, struggling a bit with the pronunciation.
I'd bait her hooks and hand her the fishing
rods, so she could "catch the fish". And when approaching a mooring buoy, she'd help me by handing up the boathook, and I'd "catch the buoy". We help each other.
After a few hours in the bar, teaching her to play pool with an on the should cue technique suitable to a 3 foot high person, and meeting the regulars, one older fellow asks my daughter "So what do you like about sailing little one?".
The four year old says "Well, I like to try to catch fish
, but Bill and my Dad, they like to catch boys".
Silence. The dukebox seemed to stop. Frozen looks.
Normally such a comment might be cute, but it had been front page news for some time that a young couple had been kidnapped from the very place a few months earlier, probably killed, and still, 18 years later, have never been seen again. The perpetrator had not been caught at that stage.
We felt we'd better leave immediately, and by a far more direct route
than Mark's snail drawing.
All true, no exaggeration.