04/04/2018
OW! Double OW! Damn that hurts... Cruisers call little dings, bruises and small cuts...boat kisses, or sometimes boat bites. Today wasn’t a bite, the damn boat tried to eat me! One of the first painful lessons (not that I hadn’t been warned) I learned was to tie the anchor locker hatch to the rail when anchoring. The reason was or is that if the boat swings or the wind shifts the hatch can blow closed. Not a good outcome if you are in the anchor locker or your foot is. Yep, I was a little slow to take up the good advice until it happened. Fortunately I had Gators on and other than a bruised toe I was no worse for the wear. But I learned and devised what I thought was a simple and effective means of securing the hatch when it was opened. You can see my solution was a bungee cord with a hook that fit nicely over the rail when it was open. What could possibly go wrong?
Well nothing...until this morning. I was anchoring at the entrance of Spanish Wells in Eleuthera. Beautiful day with light breeze. I moved quickly to the bow to drop the anchor. I yanked open the hatch and the bungee cord hook caught on something inside the locker. I must have stepped forward as I raised the hatch with my toe just inside the locker. The bungee reached the end of its range and yanked the hatch back out of my hand and closed. Not with just the weight of the anchor hatch but with the force of the bungee cord retracting AND the weight of the hatch. Yeah, this is where the ouch comes in. The boat is stopped but now drifting toward the rocks, so the anchor must still be dropped and set or my problems could get a whole lot worse. Anchor now set the cussing crying and blood stopping now begins. Good thing I’m not on blood thinners and my blood has great clotting qualities. Yep, living the dream!