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Originally Posted by Bruce B
Sounds like exiting the Cape Cod Canal into Buzzards Bay in a stiff Sou'wester.
You only have to experience it once to learn to avoid it at all costs!
Glad everything was ok.
Bruce
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When I was 13 years old, we got caught in a storm in Buzzards Bay in a 27' Silverton. As a young teenager who thought they were immortal, seeing the bow disappear beneath the sea again and again was the first time I thought I was going to meet my maker.
I don't remember the details, but I think they were 9 foot waves. I do remember hearing the sound of the prop coming out of the water as we reached the crest of the waves.
My Dad was never the same after that experience. He was pretty shaken up as we had primarily boated within the confines of Boston Harbor, and never in weather anything close to what we ran into in Buzzards Bay that day.
I was clutching onto a railing on the flybridge with my Dad. Not sure why we were up there now that I am thinking back, as I assume it had a lower helm station. Maybe you just couldn't see well from the lower station. My Mom and Sister were in the cabin, and glasses and dishes were strewn about the cabin floor in pieces, mixed in with my Sister's vomit.
Good times...