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At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey
work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! -- Guns don't cause problems. Gun owner behavior causes problems. |
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On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H.
wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. |
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On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote:
On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! -- Guns don't cause problems. Gun owner behavior causes problems. |
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John H. wrote:
On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote: On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! They are unsinkable. Probably recovered 20 miles away and still in use. Guy here lost his whaler when it flipped. To many guys in a corner and hooked to crab pot. Found 10 miles south, 2 weeks later. |
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On 4/22/2015 1:41 PM, Califbill wrote:
John H. wrote: On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote: On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! They are unsinkable. Probably recovered 20 miles away and still in use. Guy here lost his whaler when it flipped. To many guys in a corner and hooked to crab pot. Found 10 miles south, 2 weeks later. I don't know about "unsinkable". Older Whalers are prone to water absorption in the foam between the hull and deck. It can become saturated with water over time and in worst cases can sink. |
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On 4/22/15 1:58 PM, Mr. Luddite wrote:
On 4/22/2015 1:41 PM, Califbill wrote: John H. wrote: On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote: On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! They are unsinkable. Probably recovered 20 miles away and still in use. Guy here lost his whaler when it flipped. To many guys in a corner and hooked to crab pot. Found 10 miles south, 2 weeks later. I don't know about "unsinkable". Older Whalers are prone to water absorption in the foam between the hull and deck. It can become saturated with water over time and in worst cases can sink. There used to be tales on real boating discussion groups in which owners of older Whalers would describe the results they got on trailer weighing truck scales, results that indicated their boats weighed at least twice as much as the factory specified. |
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On 4/22/2015 2:28 PM, Keyser Söze wrote:
On 4/22/15 1:58 PM, Mr. Luddite wrote: On 4/22/2015 1:41 PM, Califbill wrote: John H. wrote: On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote: On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! They are unsinkable. Probably recovered 20 miles away and still in use. Guy here lost his whaler when it flipped. To many guys in a corner and hooked to crab pot. Found 10 miles south, 2 weeks later. I don't know about "unsinkable". Older Whalers are prone to water absorption in the foam between the hull and deck. It can become saturated with water over time and in worst cases can sink. There used to be tales on real boating discussion groups in which owners of older Whalers would describe the results they got on trailer weighing truck scales, results that indicated their boats weighed at least twice as much as the factory specified. Back when I had boats in Scituate, MA the town had a fairly new Whaler set up as one of the Harbormaster's patrol boats. Over the course of a couple of years it sat lower in the water and was losing top speed. They hauled it, drilled a hole in the hull and water drained out of it for days. I think they contacted Boston Whaler about it but I don't know what the outcome was. |
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On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 12:41:01 -0500, Califbill wrote:
John H. wrote: On Wed, 22 Apr 2015 11:59:12 -0400, Wayne.B wrote: On Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:51:49 -0400, John H. wrote: At the time, 1964, I was working for the US Coast and Geodetic Survey, doing survey work for the Atlantic Missile Range in the Bahamas. We had finished the construction of two 116' steel surveying towers on St Georges Island, just off Spanish Wells, Eleuthera. The goal was to survey and measure distance to Hole in the Wall on Abaco. We left Spanish Wells on a nice day in a 35' former tourist boat used for viewing the bottom in one of the 'springs' in Florida (Silver Springs?, not sure). Anyway, the boat had a glass bottom. The trip across the channel was pretty uneventful, but as we approached Hole in the Wall, wind and rain seemed to come out of nowhere, and we ran into some big waves. Somehow, the rope pulling the Whaler (privately owned by the guy who owned the boat we chartered) got caught on one of the oarlocks and started pulling the Whaler sideways. There was nothing we could do but watch the damn thing fill with water. Soon the drag broke the tow rope and the Whaler was history. We kept trying to get around the south end of the damn rock, but whenever we approached, the waves would drive us back. We had carried an extra 55gal drum of fuel, but we'd already been tapping that, so we had to give up on the idea of getting around the rock and putting in. I might mention here that 'Rooster', our 'captain' had no charts on the boat. It turned out the only food he had was a couple cans of corned beef, some onions and some bread. Anyway, we headed north close by the east edge of the island. Eventually we spotted some houses and a small 'harbor' so we decided to put in there. I believe, looking at the map, that was 'Crossing Rocks'. As we headed in, I was in the bow and happened to look into the water. I screamed. We were passing over coral heads that appeared to be only a foot below the surface. Rooster got the boat stopped, and we started slowly working our way around and inbetween these things. I was scared ****less, along with the other five guys on board. We made it into the 'harbor', the other side of the rocks which formed a small barrier, and dropped our anchor. Rooster backed the boat to set the anchor, and the anchor rode broke. Yup. No anchor. Luckily a couple of the guys on the beach saw what happened and came out to offer assistance. For a sum (don't remember the amount) they would retrieve our anchor for us. We took up a collection, paid them, they got out a glass-bottomed pail, and retrieved the anchor. We spent the night there. The folks told us they'd never seen a boat come in that way. They were surprised we made it. So was I. The next day we took off working our way further up the island. We got to a nice bay before we ran totally out of fuel, and anchored again. We'd eaten the canned corn beef the day before, so we were out of food. The folks at the last stop had used up our money getting the anchor, so we couldn't pay for anything from them. There was no grocery store there anyway. Rooster took off, worked his way to the highway, and hitchhiked to Marsh Harbor. Once there he called the boat owner who flew to Marsh Harbor, picked up Rooster, and flew down the coast to find us. He had a twin-engined Cessna of some sort. (Don't even ask me how he steered it!). He flew over us a couple times, wagging the wings, and a few hours later we got picked up by a van. We drove to Marsh Harbor, boarded his airplane, and flew back to Eleuthra. Yup, that was quite a trip. Later we went back to Marsh Harbor with a bigger boat (a converted WW2 PT boat). We trucked our way down to Hole in the Wall and put up our towers. End of story. We didn't have any bait, so couldn't even do any fishing while waiting! === Good story John, thanks. Aids to navigation are few and far between in the Bahamas but thanks to GPS technology, better charts and very clear water it is now fairly easy to navigate. Too bad about the Whaler but at least no one was in it when it went down. Yeah, the Whaler was a fun toy to play with after work. We did a lot of snorkeling while hanging on to the stern of the Whaler. Not the safest thing in the world, but hell, we were young! They are unsinkable. Probably recovered 20 miles away and still in use. Guy here lost his whaler when it flipped. To many guys in a corner and hooked to crab pot. Found 10 miles south, 2 weeks later. Yup, if the weather had been a bit nicer, we would've tried to find it. It got lost in the waves almost immediately. -- Guns don't cause problems. Gun owner behavior causes problems. |
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On Wednesday, April 22, 2015 at 2:58:24 PM UTC-4, Mr. Luddite wrote:
Back when I had boats in Scituate, MA the town had a fairly new Whaler set up as one of the Harbormaster's patrol boats. Over the course of a couple of years it sat lower in the water and was losing top speed. They hauled it, drilled a hole in the hull and water drained out of it for days. I think they contacted Boston Whaler about it but I don't know what the outcome was. How do the locals pronouce "Scituate"? |
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