Well it happened! This morning I sailed to a nice quiet anchoring site and jumped in for a swim and boat beard wipe down. Before I did that I studiously checked sightings for anchor drag and re-checked. Everything I saw told me the anchor was holding the mud bottom. After putting out a fender on a line as a floatation device and dropping a line over the side, (you can never be to careful), I jumped in and .enjoyed the swim.
Coming around the bow, something seemed off, the three deck 50 Foot cabin cruiser that was on a mooring ball seemed closer. Climbing aboard and looking over my shoulder, sure enough she was drifting right toward me and getting close (they had not started the engine before pulling the anchor). The wife was at the wheel, high up and the husband was bent over the anchor well intent on what ever he was doing. No amount of gesturing or yelling got his attention and now he was on top of me about 40 feet.
Jump to the anchor rode and started pulling for all I was worth, with moment to spare, the anchor was out of the mud and I ran to open the jib. Discovery turned ever so slowly away but the cruiser was on me. All I could do was hope for a gust of wind.
That is when I heard his engine roar to life. Seems the (ahem) captain looked up, saw a certain collision about to happen and made his move.
This is a day I will not soon forget.
Coming around the bow, something seemed off, the three deck 50 Foot cabin cruiser that was on a mooring ball seemed closer. Climbing aboard and looking over my shoulder, sure enough she was drifting right toward me and getting close (they had not started the engine before pulling the anchor). The wife was at the wheel, high up and the husband was bent over the anchor well intent on what ever he was doing. No amount of gesturing or yelling got his attention and now he was on top of me about 40 feet.
Jump to the anchor rode and started pulling for all I was worth, with moment to spare, the anchor was out of the mud and I ran to open the jib. Discovery turned ever so slowly away but the cruiser was on me. All I could do was hope for a gust of wind.
That is when I heard his engine roar to life. Seems the (ahem) captain looked up, saw a certain collision about to happen and made his move.
This is a day I will not soon forget.