Readers of this blog and those who have navigated the water of America’s Great Loop will know that crab pots are the bane of our life. They are laid indiscriminately in main channels, at rounding marks, in long lines in bays and invariably there is always one laid in the middle of a skinny channel giving you two choices – hit it or go shallow.
So we hate them! But….. When crab is on the menu at many of the lovely restaurants along the way, guess what we eat? CRAB! Thus, we encourage those we hate.
But this is the tale of one encounter with a crab pot. The first tale is Mark’s version and from this point on the historically correct version. The second is Heather’s tale. Read it and then forget it.
After the long layover at Savannah the underwater sensor for the speed log that tells us boat speed through the water was gummed up. Mark removed the through hull fitting and cleaned off the crud. However, it still didn’t work and Mark concluded that the crud extended to surround the sensor and inhibit water flow. Solutions could be a diver – expensive – or a 5 ft broom on a 3 foot extension pushed out from the edge of the dinghy under the boat to reach the through hull fitting and scrub the hole and surrounds clean. Needless to say, Mark spent a few days thinking about this.
Then came the crab pot. Spotting a crab pot only 10 feet ahead of the bow Mark had a moment of brilliance. He could hit this pot slightly offset to starboard, let it rub along the hull to clean off the crud, put the engine in neutral and allow the crab pot to emerge from the stern. Job done.
The manoeuvre was completed exactly as planned. Bushranger rode over the crab pot and resumed her journey with the water speed indicator working perfectly.
After a brief rain squall, Mark was busy mopping up a few leaks at the upper helm. His vigilance for crab pots had waned. He glanced up. “Oh (expletive deleted) CRAB POT”. Right in front of us, too late to avoid, was the offending crustacean captor. Mark immediately cut the engine and went to neutral as we watched anxiously astern to see if it would emerge. It did! It showed no sign of wanting to remain in company and Bushranger resumed her passage.
Some minutes later he made a surprised comment. “Hey look! The water speed indicator is working again.”
Such is Life!