kev_rm
Senior Member
Here's my story from saturday night:
Got back to boat around 8:30pm after dinner and found my dinghy missing - It was tied to the end of the dock finger (my boat is at end of finger). It was tied well. Now my Dinghy is kinda old and sad but it had a nice barely used 2stroke outboard that I like... plus its my dinghy!
About a hundred yards behind me one 32'-ish foot sailboat ran aground in the marsh. I recognize the boat from a couple fingers away and also had noticed previously they drank a lot before going out shortly before I left for dinner.
I shine my light over there and one very drunk guy invites me over to his aground boat for a drink to wait until high tide @ 5am. I politely decline and ask him if he know's where my dingy is. He slurs "I have no idea". I then spot my dingy, also aground, about a 100yrds behind him. Further questioning did not result in any insights.
So I wander around the marina and find another boater who has been here longer than I and I ask him if he or anyone has a dinghy I can borrow to go get my dinghy back. He doesn't but offers to help. I call the Dockmaster who was out at a company function and explain the situation and ask him if there are keys to a boat or anything I can use, even a Kayak. He tells me where kayak is and a paddle. My new friend from the dock helps me launch, I paddle and a few minutes later tow my beached dinghy back from the marsh without getting too wet or muddy. (I was proud of myself as current was running a solid 3 knots away from my boat!)
Guy #2 eventually comes down by my boat after warming up in marina shower and before he starts making contact with his other buddy on the aground sailboat I ask him why (the %$#@#$) my dinghy ended up beyond his buddy's boat in the marsh.
About fifteen seconds later I realize this guy is so wasted he cannot even communicate a complete sentence.. so I use slow words something like "If you're not out of my sight in 60 seconds I'm calling the police". That he understood.
I get the full story from folks at the dock.. the sailboat came into the wrong part of the marina, ran hard aground, then drunk guy #2 guy ends up swimming over to dinghy unties, goes past their boat, ends up back in water, and had to be rescued by more sober folks at the marina.
by 6am when I woke up this morning, the sailboat is back at its slip and I'm just waiting for an apology
Got back to boat around 8:30pm after dinner and found my dinghy missing - It was tied to the end of the dock finger (my boat is at end of finger). It was tied well. Now my Dinghy is kinda old and sad but it had a nice barely used 2stroke outboard that I like... plus its my dinghy!
About a hundred yards behind me one 32'-ish foot sailboat ran aground in the marsh. I recognize the boat from a couple fingers away and also had noticed previously they drank a lot before going out shortly before I left for dinner.
I shine my light over there and one very drunk guy invites me over to his aground boat for a drink to wait until high tide @ 5am. I politely decline and ask him if he know's where my dingy is. He slurs "I have no idea". I then spot my dingy, also aground, about a 100yrds behind him. Further questioning did not result in any insights.
So I wander around the marina and find another boater who has been here longer than I and I ask him if he or anyone has a dinghy I can borrow to go get my dinghy back. He doesn't but offers to help. I call the Dockmaster who was out at a company function and explain the situation and ask him if there are keys to a boat or anything I can use, even a Kayak. He tells me where kayak is and a paddle. My new friend from the dock helps me launch, I paddle and a few minutes later tow my beached dinghy back from the marsh without getting too wet or muddy. (I was proud of myself as current was running a solid 3 knots away from my boat!)
Guy #2 eventually comes down by my boat after warming up in marina shower and before he starts making contact with his other buddy on the aground sailboat I ask him why (the %$#@#$) my dinghy ended up beyond his buddy's boat in the marsh.
About fifteen seconds later I realize this guy is so wasted he cannot even communicate a complete sentence.. so I use slow words something like "If you're not out of my sight in 60 seconds I'm calling the police". That he understood.
I get the full story from folks at the dock.. the sailboat came into the wrong part of the marina, ran hard aground, then drunk guy #2 guy ends up swimming over to dinghy unties, goes past their boat, ends up back in water, and had to be rescued by more sober folks at the marina.
by 6am when I woke up this morning, the sailboat is back at its slip and I'm just waiting for an apology