Ok, Have to tell the tale.
I was in Mexico during the '87-'88 season, in a bay just north of Punta Mita, about 30 miles north of Puerto Vallarta ( I believe it was called Bahia de Tenacatita, or something to that effect). I had taken some guests ashore and it had already gotten dark. We had a 14' avon with a 15 horse outboard. This thing could really get up and go (later stolen in the harbor in Papeete, but that's another story). I was standing waist deep in the water, holding onto the dingy and counting the waves. 1 ... 2 ... 3.... then a lull. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... then a lull. I watch a couple more times and decide to go as soon as the third whitewash goes by. I count 1 ... 2 ... The third one passes I shove the dingy out into the swells, jump in, drop the engine, grab the starter handle and ... wave #4 comes. It lifts the bow straight up and I go headfirst into the water, still holding the starter handle. It MUST have looked as comical as the picture above. I never saw it coming.
Jim McCone
Voice of Reason E-32 hull #134
Redondo Beach, CA