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Originally Posted by alowen
Anybody else out there seen anything whilst out fishing that could have ended in tears. Al.O
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A lack of common sense combined with inexperience is a particularly deadly mix when boats are involved.
On my first big fishing trip to Canada when I was 11, I got to see this firsthand. We were at the launch site at a remote lake in northern Ontario. We had to go 15 miles by water to get to the camp site where we intened to stay. The trip involved crossing a large lake and then through connecting rivers into a smaller lake.
When we got to the ramp, another party was loading and preparing to depart. This was very unusual for this lake, it was rare to seen even a parked car at this landing, much less meet another group of anglers. This lake is pretty remote and probably sees only 1 or 2 boats per week, most of them are day tripping locals.
They were loading a jon boat, which is a flat bottom, square bow boat with a shallow draft and not much freeboard. Basically, totally unsuitable for anything except small shallow rivers. They were massively overloaded with enough beer and gear for what looked like a 2 week stay.
It was almost noon and the wind had come up, the wave height was rising. Dad went over and talked to them, and in the course of the conversation he mentioned that conditions were a bit rough for crossing in a jonboat, especially with that much gear on board. He received the standard "don't know what we don't know" reply: We'll be fine, have to go now to make camp by dark, etc, etc. . .
So they started their outboard and pa said to me, "Let's get the boat in the water. I'll be going out on a rescue mission in about 15 minutes to pull those jackasses out of the water."
He backed the boat in and we started sorting gear while dad checked on the hapless jonboat crew through binocs. As it turned out, dad was a little optimistic. They didn't even last 15 minutes, as soon as they rounded the point into the teeth of the wind, they took the first big roller right over the bow and swamped, then partially rolled until most of their gear dumped into the water.
Pa fired both outboards and roared off in our aluminum v-hull, which was vastly more capeable in those conditions. He managed to get both anglers on board (neither was wearing a life jacket) and towed their boat back, but they lost a lot of their camping and fishing gear. Needless to say, they were pretty miserable when he pulled them back to the landing.
It was a good experience for me to see that at age 11. I not only developed a very useful lifelong aversion to jon boats, but I also understood how quickly things can go to hell and the consequences of pushing your luck in bad conditions. I'll bet those guys lost $1000 in gear and that was in 1979, but I also came to understand how lucky they were that there was someone there to rescue them. I think having that "glad that wasn't me" feeling was a good thing at that age, I believe it's served me well to this day.
Grouse