We are heading north from FL to CT. Our first stop is Dragon Point. It's a decent anchorage at the mouth of the Banana River in Melbourne, FL. I chose a clear area with at least 300 feet of swing room from any boat around me. We lower the anchor (Manson Supreme 60# in case you are curious), make sure it's set and begin to relax for the evening.
Suddenly, I hear a knocking on the side of the boat. I dash out to the deck and find a guy in worn out clothes, standing in an inflatable that looked about 50 years old, bare feet standing in about 3 inches of water, and sporting a British Seagull outboard that smelled strongly of raw gasoline. I'm not kidding, a living breathing British Seagull!
He points to his delapidated 26 foot (approx) sailboat and tells me that my boat is over one of his THREE anchors. He goes on to say that last week a 52 foot power boat dragged anchor and hit his boat bending his stanchions. He said he was sure that when I raised my anchor I would take him with me.
He wanted me to move! I told him I would be happy to move in the morning when I was ready to leave, and that if I took him with me it would be much safer in the morning.
Ok, now it's 7:00 in morning and I start my engines. Mr. Cautious comes flying out of his boat staring at me from his cockpit. We retrieved our anchor and cruised away leaving him behind. He meekly waved goodbye. Oh well.