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I know that most of us have our life jackets with us in our boats but very few of us actually wear them. I know I was one of them, figured I was quick enough to get it on if I ever needed to. I learned this past weekend that I was VERY wrong, a mistake I will never do again.
It was a lovely Saturday so my girlfriend, her son and myself all decide to go fishing. I had caught a nice sized trout out of Klamath Lake 2 weeks earlier and we wanted to go for another round of BBQ fodder.
I was launching at a place called Eagle ridge. The ridge sticks out like a finger into the lake roughly 2 miles long. We were going up the west side of the ridge in my 12' boat. The water was slightly choppy, since it was a little windy but not bad, certainly nothing that gave me any concern.
Well as we got closer to the point, the worse the waves got. It was at this point I had my GF put her life jacket on just in case. I ended up having to point into the waves for a few minutes, then point back towards shore since I didn't want to be that far away from the shore. As we got nearly to the point, white caps were all around and I was going into the waves as we are getting farther and farther from shore. I knew we needed to go back to the boat ramp as the waves were just too much for my little boat. I spotted what I thought was a good time to spin around. I pushed the tiller handle away from me to make the turn but just after I did so, a wave came over the rear port side putting a good deal of water in the boat. I reach for my bailing bucket and a second wave comes over and pulls the stern under water.
It was at this exact moment I realized I had no life jacket on. I said something like "f@$* we are sinking". My GF said "what?" and the boat started to roll. I reached for my life jacket but was unable to get it before the boat spun. As it spun my GF and her son were flung to the side thankfully. However the boat spun over smacking me in the back of my head, top of my shoulder and pushing me underwater. At that moment everything went brown and cloudy looking, as the water was quite cloudy. When I popped back up I could hear the boy screaming, GF nearly hyperventilating and waves crashing all around. They were both floating though, with their heads out of the water for all but the highest waves.
I realize at this point I won't be able to tread water for long with my clothes and shoes on. I grab the keel on the boat and try to pull myself up, only to have the boat flip over on me, making a complete 360 degree spin and ending upside down again. I try a few more times but the boat just wont stop spinning on me. At this moment I accept the fact that I could be dead soon. The thought of my GF and her son watching me die must have gave me more adrenaline because I found it easier to tread water again. I reached again for the keel, pulled myself up. As the boat started to spin I grabbed the edge and pulled as fast as I could and I was up on it.
Now that I was up on the boat, I remembered that you are better off staying with the boat. I call for my GF and her son to come to the boat. I first pull her son up on top, then her. At this point I realize that we are most likely going to be okay and the wind/waves are slowly pushing us to shore, which is about 300-400 yards away. Knowing there is a campground not to far away, we start yelling for help. After a few minutes of that, I know that nobody can hear us. The campground is on the other side of the ridge from us and unless somebody is driving up the road very slowly with the windows down, nobody will hear us. I look around for the waterproof box that has the air horns in it... it is floating away. It might as well be a mile away because there is no way I can get it.
Another round of large waves come and try to spin the boat. It is all I can do to keep it balanced upside down and hold onto my GF and her son. I am not sure about how much time it took but it seemed like forever. Fighting the boat as it wants to spin with every wave. At this point I hear a sound.. a magic sound I will never forget. It was the sound of a boat coming around the point. I wave my one arm, since I dare not let go with both arms and start screaming... he turns towards us.. he has spotted us.
Let me tell you, I don't know if I have ever seen anything as beautiful as that boat. He pulled up close to us but since the waves were so high, he couldn't get to close as the two boats would smash together. We needed the boy to get out first so I had to do one of the hardest things I've ever done. I grabbed him and we slid off the boat, my GF leaning opposite of us so the boat didn't spin on us. OF course doing so made her son start screaming again and panicing. I had to haul him to the other boat where the guy grabbed him and pulled him up and out of the water. Next was the GF so I swam around to the other side of my boat to hold the edge as she slid down and off it, so it wouldn't spin on her. She swam over to the guys boat but she was spent, couldn't pull herself up. The guy had to grab her under her armpits and drag her up into the boat.
Since they were both safe, I got back up on top of the boat. I am not about to give up on my boat yet, since I know I am probably safe. So I figure I can ride it to shore which is about 150 yards away now. I ask them if they can go get my stuff which is floating away. They grab one of my floating cushions and bring it back to me, just in case I need it and off they go to get the stuff. After what seemed like an eternity, I hear the sound of the top of my outboard scrapping rocks. I slide down and my feet hit ground. I flip the boat over and then realize I have nothing to bail with. It was not long after that, that they had returned with my cooler to bail the boat out with. I work hard to bail it out, all the while the water is smashing my boat against the rocks. I get all the water I can get out, then climb into the boat. They throw me a rope which I tie to the bow of my boat and off we go, to the boat ramp.
It was at this point I started to feel things again. I was cold, my body shaking. I can't remember what I reached for, but I reached to my left and felt a poke in my shoulder. I look down to see one of the 3" rapalas I had rigged up stuck into my shirt. I look myself over, see the other 3" rapala I had on the other pole stuck in my pantleg. I notice I am bleeding from both of my hands but nothing serious.
The whole time we are being towed back, I am thinking in my head.. why didn't I turn back earlier? As the "captain" I am responsible for everybody on board. My choices and actions put the people I care for most into this situation. The gravity of this... realizing I endangered both of their lives hit me hard and I cry for a while. I look up a while later to see the boat launch so I compose myself. I ask for the what was probably the 15th time if my GF and her son are okay, then coordinate how I am going to get to the dock. Once I am to the dock I tie the boat off and step onto the dock, glad to be alive. The other boat comes around to the other side of the dock, he throws me a line and I tie him off. They put the boy on the dock first, then my GF steps over. I finally accept, at that moment, that we are okay.
We start unloading all of my waterlogged crap out of his boat and putting it on the dock. They got my waterproof box that had my phone, camera and airhorns in it. A lot of good the airhorns did me in that box... I won't be making that mistake again. I throw the GF the truck keys(thank god they were still in my pocket) so she can get the heater going and heat both of them up. However before she can get there, a bunch of the people who were camping there come over and grab them both up and take them into their trailers.
I start to drag my stuff off of the dock and to the truck. I squat down to grab an armload and the other end of the rapala that was stuck in my pant leg, finds it's way into the back of my pants.. so I am stuck squatted down. Luckily it was just the pants, not the skin. I reach for my pocket knife.. nope, it's gone. I ask the guy who saved us for a knife, he hands me one and I cut myself free of both rapalas. I go about loading all the crap into the truck.
The friends of the guy who saved us show up to go out for the evening. That is why he was coming that way, to pick up his friends to head to the other side of the lake. Before he leaves, I told him I could never thank him enough. I shake his hand, gave him a hug and asked for his address. He asked why and I told him so I could pay him back somehow. He told me to not worry about it, that he has good karma now and any boater who would not do the same is a pretty bad person.
He gets in his boat with his friends, I untie them and watch as they back away, turn, then head off. Knowing that guy most likely saved our lives, I watch until they go around the point and vanish from my vision, skipping across the waves all the way.
I get the truck, back the trailer into the water and haul the boat out onto land. I pull the plug, and tilt the boat up to get 95% of the water that remained out. I tie the boat down for the trip home and then go find my GF and her son. My GF has on dry clothes, as does the boy. He is laughing as the ladies are tickling him and giving him candy.. he is fine. They offer me some clothes but I feel fine. There is no wind really and the sun is out warming me and drying me out. After talking for about half an hour we get in the truck and head off back home.
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It was a lovely Saturday so my girlfriend, her son and myself all decide to go fishing. I had caught a nice sized trout out of Klamath Lake 2 weeks earlier and we wanted to go for another round of BBQ fodder.
I was launching at a place called Eagle ridge. The ridge sticks out like a finger into the lake roughly 2 miles long. We were going up the west side of the ridge in my 12' boat. The water was slightly choppy, since it was a little windy but not bad, certainly nothing that gave me any concern.
Well as we got closer to the point, the worse the waves got. It was at this point I had my GF put her life jacket on just in case. I ended up having to point into the waves for a few minutes, then point back towards shore since I didn't want to be that far away from the shore. As we got nearly to the point, white caps were all around and I was going into the waves as we are getting farther and farther from shore. I knew we needed to go back to the boat ramp as the waves were just too much for my little boat. I spotted what I thought was a good time to spin around. I pushed the tiller handle away from me to make the turn but just after I did so, a wave came over the rear port side putting a good deal of water in the boat. I reach for my bailing bucket and a second wave comes over and pulls the stern under water.
It was at this exact moment I realized I had no life jacket on. I said something like "f@$* we are sinking". My GF said "what?" and the boat started to roll. I reached for my life jacket but was unable to get it before the boat spun. As it spun my GF and her son were flung to the side thankfully. However the boat spun over smacking me in the back of my head, top of my shoulder and pushing me underwater. At that moment everything went brown and cloudy looking, as the water was quite cloudy. When I popped back up I could hear the boy screaming, GF nearly hyperventilating and waves crashing all around. They were both floating though, with their heads out of the water for all but the highest waves.
I realize at this point I won't be able to tread water for long with my clothes and shoes on. I grab the keel on the boat and try to pull myself up, only to have the boat flip over on me, making a complete 360 degree spin and ending upside down again. I try a few more times but the boat just wont stop spinning on me. At this moment I accept the fact that I could be dead soon. The thought of my GF and her son watching me die must have gave me more adrenaline because I found it easier to tread water again. I reached again for the keel, pulled myself up. As the boat started to spin I grabbed the edge and pulled as fast as I could and I was up on it.
Now that I was up on the boat, I remembered that you are better off staying with the boat. I call for my GF and her son to come to the boat. I first pull her son up on top, then her. At this point I realize that we are most likely going to be okay and the wind/waves are slowly pushing us to shore, which is about 300-400 yards away. Knowing there is a campground not to far away, we start yelling for help. After a few minutes of that, I know that nobody can hear us. The campground is on the other side of the ridge from us and unless somebody is driving up the road very slowly with the windows down, nobody will hear us. I look around for the waterproof box that has the air horns in it... it is floating away. It might as well be a mile away because there is no way I can get it.
Another round of large waves come and try to spin the boat. It is all I can do to keep it balanced upside down and hold onto my GF and her son. I am not sure about how much time it took but it seemed like forever. Fighting the boat as it wants to spin with every wave. At this point I hear a sound.. a magic sound I will never forget. It was the sound of a boat coming around the point. I wave my one arm, since I dare not let go with both arms and start screaming... he turns towards us.. he has spotted us.
Let me tell you, I don't know if I have ever seen anything as beautiful as that boat. He pulled up close to us but since the waves were so high, he couldn't get to close as the two boats would smash together. We needed the boy to get out first so I had to do one of the hardest things I've ever done. I grabbed him and we slid off the boat, my GF leaning opposite of us so the boat didn't spin on us. OF course doing so made her son start screaming again and panicing. I had to haul him to the other boat where the guy grabbed him and pulled him up and out of the water. Next was the GF so I swam around to the other side of my boat to hold the edge as she slid down and off it, so it wouldn't spin on her. She swam over to the guys boat but she was spent, couldn't pull herself up. The guy had to grab her under her armpits and drag her up into the boat.
Since they were both safe, I got back up on top of the boat. I am not about to give up on my boat yet, since I know I am probably safe. So I figure I can ride it to shore which is about 150 yards away now. I ask them if they can go get my stuff which is floating away. They grab one of my floating cushions and bring it back to me, just in case I need it and off they go to get the stuff. After what seemed like an eternity, I hear the sound of the top of my outboard scrapping rocks. I slide down and my feet hit ground. I flip the boat over and then realize I have nothing to bail with. It was not long after that, that they had returned with my cooler to bail the boat out with. I work hard to bail it out, all the while the water is smashing my boat against the rocks. I get all the water I can get out, then climb into the boat. They throw me a rope which I tie to the bow of my boat and off we go, to the boat ramp.
It was at this point I started to feel things again. I was cold, my body shaking. I can't remember what I reached for, but I reached to my left and felt a poke in my shoulder. I look down to see one of the 3" rapalas I had rigged up stuck into my shirt. I look myself over, see the other 3" rapala I had on the other pole stuck in my pantleg. I notice I am bleeding from both of my hands but nothing serious.
The whole time we are being towed back, I am thinking in my head.. why didn't I turn back earlier? As the "captain" I am responsible for everybody on board. My choices and actions put the people I care for most into this situation. The gravity of this... realizing I endangered both of their lives hit me hard and I cry for a while. I look up a while later to see the boat launch so I compose myself. I ask for the what was probably the 15th time if my GF and her son are okay, then coordinate how I am going to get to the dock. Once I am to the dock I tie the boat off and step onto the dock, glad to be alive. The other boat comes around to the other side of the dock, he throws me a line and I tie him off. They put the boy on the dock first, then my GF steps over. I finally accept, at that moment, that we are okay.
We start unloading all of my waterlogged crap out of his boat and putting it on the dock. They got my waterproof box that had my phone, camera and airhorns in it. A lot of good the airhorns did me in that box... I won't be making that mistake again. I throw the GF the truck keys(thank god they were still in my pocket) so she can get the heater going and heat both of them up. However before she can get there, a bunch of the people who were camping there come over and grab them both up and take them into their trailers.
I start to drag my stuff off of the dock and to the truck. I squat down to grab an armload and the other end of the rapala that was stuck in my pant leg, finds it's way into the back of my pants.. so I am stuck squatted down. Luckily it was just the pants, not the skin. I reach for my pocket knife.. nope, it's gone. I ask the guy who saved us for a knife, he hands me one and I cut myself free of both rapalas. I go about loading all the crap into the truck.
The friends of the guy who saved us show up to go out for the evening. That is why he was coming that way, to pick up his friends to head to the other side of the lake. Before he leaves, I told him I could never thank him enough. I shake his hand, gave him a hug and asked for his address. He asked why and I told him so I could pay him back somehow. He told me to not worry about it, that he has good karma now and any boater who would not do the same is a pretty bad person.
He gets in his boat with his friends, I untie them and watch as they back away, turn, then head off. Knowing that guy most likely saved our lives, I watch until they go around the point and vanish from my vision, skipping across the waves all the way.
I get the truck, back the trailer into the water and haul the boat out onto land. I pull the plug, and tilt the boat up to get 95% of the water that remained out. I tie the boat down for the trip home and then go find my GF and her son. My GF has on dry clothes, as does the boy. He is laughing as the ladies are tickling him and giving him candy.. he is fine. They offer me some clothes but I feel fine. There is no wind really and the sun is out warming me and drying me out. After talking for about half an hour we get in the truck and head off back home.
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