My wife and I went to
Santa Cruz Island (20 or so miles of the
California coast for those not familiar) to relax for a long weekend at
anchor. It was lobster trapping season so I had equipped my
RIB with hoop net for the trip. We got anchored up and waited for nightfall so we could launch the
dinghy and prospect for some lobster dinner. We motored the
dinghy in the dead of night over toward some nice rock cliffs that we had scoped out during the day as some promissing looking lobster playgrounds. We pulled up the hoop and the catch was zip, zero, nada. So... "Lets go try that other spot we picked out"! So with trap onboard, I twist the throttle on the
outboard to get up on plane to make the trip a little smoother and a little fast. Just when we got up on plane...... SPLASH!!!! I was under
water. Full cold
weather clothing, boots, the works.. Made my way to the surface and saw my wifes
head pop up out of the black ocean. "You Ok?" I ask. "Yeah" comes the response. About 50 feet away, we spot the dinghy stopped dead in the
water with the
engine stopped. Started swimming. Now to get our wet selves back into it! With much
work and fortunately above freezing water temps, we managed to struggle back in. What the hell just happened we ask ourselves. I pull up the
outboard and we had caught a submerged
commercial lobster trap line. That thing stopped our dinghy like a jet landing on an aircraft carrier. From 20 to 0 in a secong. Well, it stopped the dinghy but not our momentum. We flew better than 20 feet. Bent my prop too!
Mistakes made? Where shall I start? There are many.. I will not be so careless in the future to be sure. If only I could have that candid
camera moment caught on film. I'm sure the looks on our faces we hilarious as we were flying through the air in
pitch blackness heading for our swim.