OK, here ya go:
Just set right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip, that started out at
Old Mott Lake, upon my tiny ship.
My buddy, Mark, had been bugging the shit outta me to go out and break in his recently rebuilt Johnson motor he's got for a 12' aluminum boat.
I saddle up the Whisper 11 and he and I draged our boats to the lake.
Got him in the water and launched mine. The weather report said it was a 6 mile an hour wind, but my beard was standing straight out sideways, so looking back, it was probably 15 mile and hour winds or better.
Went out on a port side broad reach, made it 200' or so, when a gust rolled the little bitch hard over to the starboard side. She filled up with water QUICK and headed for the bottom.
Lucky (?) for me, her stern hit bottom and left a foot of the nose up in the air. I think it was the two live jackets jammed in the bow that held her up.
Here I am, hanging off the nose of the floundered boat for half an hour, waving like an idiot at Mark. He's trying to figure out to row a boat in a straight line, but he's going around in circles like a chicken with a broken wing.
Finally, a couple of guys that were dock fishing got his attention and he came out after me. After he almost cut me into chum with his prop, we got a line on the bow and eventually towed it up close enough to shore that I could run my longest line to it and hook it on the bumper of the bus.
Pulled it up to shore, rolled her back on her belly, and used a three gallon bucket to get enough water out to get her on the trailer.
I learned. Noobies don't sail under full sail in that kind of wind. Noobies don't sail when the wind is over 6 miles an hour, period. It only cost me my dignity, a forty dollar Kershaw knife, and a seven hundred dollar cell phone to learn it, too.
Bought me a "wet butt" boat that is self recovering to learn on next spring. Not too sure what to name the Whisper. It'll either be "Flounder", or "Leakin' Lina"..........