Sometimes The Bear Gets You...
By some miracle I'm still here to spread my Bubba style smut.
Most of my adventures leave me scratching my head on how I managed to get away with a close brush with bad stuff. Some times it's a mad grizz, and sometimes it's a mad black bear. This time it was a 15 feet roller 4 miles off the coast.
The wind was supposed to be out of the south-east, not south-west. The south-east wind would have been an off-shore breeze that would not have messed up the waves. However a south-west wind would kick up some bad rollers that can go from nothing, to 20 feet in a minute.The wind switched so fast that it caught us in a place where we had no cove to run in to to get out of the surf. Heading to shore would have meant running into the rocks of vertical cliffs and sure death. The 39 degree water is fed by glaciers, and about 5 minutes is all it takes to stop your heart. Ugly thought, huh?
The big roller hit so fast that it turned the boat almost up-side down. It unloaded everything on the left side of the boat against the other wall. Including me and everything in the refrigerator. Luckily the Captain was not thrown from his seat. The second roller was almost as bad.We had to turn back into the rollers and head back out to sea.
It took a half hour to work our way behind an island where we were able to get into better waters, and work our way back towards shore.
We were in a 27 feet Sea Sport, which is as about as good a boat as there is. Any lesser boat would not have made it through the bad water, and neither would we.
Once I got my pants cleaned up, we did manage to catch our 2-day limits of nice big halibut and rock fish.Other than that little skirmish with an angry sea, we had a really nice trip.
We spent the night anchored in a beautiful bay surrounded by steep mountains with bears playing on the green hillsides.
I couldn't count the number of whales that we seen. One big fellow rolled so close to the boat that when he blew the air out of his head, it scared the snot out of me. I guess I'm getting a bit skittish in my old age.
These little adventure happen to those who live a bit far out on the edge.I doubt if I'll die with my boots off as some may do. I can't stand the thought of cold feet!
Just another day in paradise.
Bubba Hunt, walking the "Wilderness Trail".
Most of my adventures leave me scratching my head on how I managed to get away with a close brush with bad stuff. Some times it's a mad grizz, and sometimes it's a mad black bear. This time it was a 15 feet roller 4 miles off the coast.
The wind was supposed to be out of the south-east, not south-west. The south-east wind would have been an off-shore breeze that would not have messed up the waves. However a south-west wind would kick up some bad rollers that can go from nothing, to 20 feet in a minute.The wind switched so fast that it caught us in a place where we had no cove to run in to to get out of the surf. Heading to shore would have meant running into the rocks of vertical cliffs and sure death. The 39 degree water is fed by glaciers, and about 5 minutes is all it takes to stop your heart. Ugly thought, huh?
The big roller hit so fast that it turned the boat almost up-side down. It unloaded everything on the left side of the boat against the other wall. Including me and everything in the refrigerator. Luckily the Captain was not thrown from his seat. The second roller was almost as bad.We had to turn back into the rollers and head back out to sea.
It took a half hour to work our way behind an island where we were able to get into better waters, and work our way back towards shore.
We were in a 27 feet Sea Sport, which is as about as good a boat as there is. Any lesser boat would not have made it through the bad water, and neither would we.
Once I got my pants cleaned up, we did manage to catch our 2-day limits of nice big halibut and rock fish.Other than that little skirmish with an angry sea, we had a really nice trip.
We spent the night anchored in a beautiful bay surrounded by steep mountains with bears playing on the green hillsides.
I couldn't count the number of whales that we seen. One big fellow rolled so close to the boat that when he blew the air out of his head, it scared the snot out of me. I guess I'm getting a bit skittish in my old age.
These little adventure happen to those who live a bit far out on the edge.I doubt if I'll die with my boots off as some may do. I can't stand the thought of cold feet!
Just another day in paradise.
Bubba Hunt, walking the "Wilderness Trail".
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