So we had been sailing for 14+ hours! Had just sailed out into the open ocean to find some cool air and the next morning had changed course to take a round about path back home.
So around 9-10am we are out with no one in sight, when there comes one of those sight seeing type of ferry
boats. And of course in all that open water
they are heading right for us!
Now I am starting to get alittle used to this; the various sight seeing and whale watching boats changing course and coming close to us, as I'm starting to think to the people on the boats maybe a sailboat in the open water
is a good sight because the whales have pretty much left the area for the year.
So the boat does this little loop around me, that pisses me off because I'm tired and now I have to watch out for him, and then he drops anchor
so the passagers can do the promised 45 minutes of fishing
that must have been part of their ticket. I guess the boat capitan figured that there would be fish
at a spot that a sailboat had just been at, even though all the fishing
boats had blasted pass us hours prior (not another boat of any type in sight).
Now come the flies!!!! And I figure they had to be from the sight seeing boat because I bet we had not gotten closer than 3 miles to shore and the wind
was blowing toward shore. There hadn't been any flies on the boat prior to this! And I'm talking a fly invasion, not like maybe a dozen, I'm talking what seemed like hundreds!
So a BIG battle commences. The flies think our legs look and taste good! We of course don't feel like being their main course for a meal and start killing them. The battle gets very serious and both battle groups start taking various tactics, from ambush to frontal attacks. We went from waiting for them to land to attack and kill them, to chasing them around the boat to bring the battle directly to them. They in turn would regroup into platoons and counter-attack!
We also noticed that once in while they would attack each other, and later determined there were 2 type of flies involved. If only we could have found a way to encourage them to continue to attack each other instead of us!
We even tried bringing out the bug repellent. This was Cutter
Skin So Soft, which has 6% deet in it. It said right on the bottle that it was effective for mosquitoes and biting flies. Great it works for biting flies, sounds perfect!
So I spray my legs down with the stuff and it's like a magnet to the flies. They can not get enough of the stuff and even the ones that had been hiding suddenly were on my legs! I even sparyed some directly on a couple and all it did was make them go into a drug induced dance then come back for more! But, it seemed to dope them up and slow them down, so more fly killy was done per swing (got a threesome and a couple of double kills).
This went on for HOURS!!! And the dead flies got so bad in the cockpit
that I had to wash them the cockpit
a couple times becaus eit was getting nasty in it. But this would result in a new fly attack as it appears that they liked some sea salt
seasoning with their leg meal. So the killing would start again and we had killed what seemed like hundreds as the battle had been ongoing for a long time.
We finally could take it no more and the thought of continuing to where we had planned to anchor
for the night just didn't sound good anymore. We could not face the chance that were going to be trapped on the boat with the never ending supply of flies. So we changed course and headed to our home port so we could abandon ship and get away.
It took 4-5 hours to get home. All the time the battle continued! Once in a while there was a pause so the flies could rest a little for the high speed flying they were doing to avoid our killing atempts. It was real hard going though the mooring
field and catching our ball as the flies seemed to know when your hands were full and would plan a group attack (hard to steer though the field while something is biting your ankles)!
But we must had finally killed all the flies because as soon as we moored they seemed to disappear and no new group attacks occurred. Except for 2 whole outs, that while where especially mean and fast, finally suffered a direct hit and were had thier life blasted away.
Or maybe the group had just wanted a ride to Salem, MA to start with. And knowing where we were from and were driving us across the Mass bay to get there!