posted 07-05-2001 11:10 AM ET (US)
Father Pollard,I have been out in conditions like those you describe, in my first Montauk, and I must respectfully call BS on your story. Nobody would actually choose to “go fishing” in such conditions!
The one occasion I have been out in 40 to 50 mph sustained, gusting to 70, was back in November 1981. I had crossed Puget Sound on Saturday to my mother’s house on Bainbridge Island for the weekend. Mid day Sunday the wind came up suddenly from the East. The wind blows from either the North or the South here on Puget Sound so I knew something was up. Our climate out here is generally very mild compared to other parts of the country and I have never before or since seen the wind come up so fast.
I was 19 at the time and just smart (or dumb) enough to figure that if the wind came up this fast I should get my butt in gear and head back to Seattle now if I wanted to get back at all.
The boat was on my mooring about a hundred yards off the beach. My mother was kind enough to offer to row me out to it in the 12’ Lund aluminum skiff we use for such purposes. After I was in the Montauk a gust came up and simply flipped the Lund dumping my, then in her mid 50’s, mother into the drink. Puget Sound is cold year ‘round but especially so in November.
I grabbed Ma and hauled her aboard the Montauk, then I grabbed the gunwale of the Lund and was able to flip it back over. I towed the swamped skiff to shore and off loaded my sodden mother on the beach.
At this point I should have known this was an exceptional storm and aborted my attempt to cross the Sound. But I was young and I felt I needed to get back to Seattle for classes in the morning at the UW. (This “need” to get home is one of the greatest dangers of poor judgment, and is responsible for many deaths, especially in aviation) But off I went with my life vest on. (the first time I had ever worn a PFD in my adult life)
The first couple of miles were relatively protected in the waters of Port Madison, but by the time I cleared Point Monroe I was exposed too the full force of the wind and about ten miles of fetch (which is about the maximum fetch here on Puget Sound)
The waves were the biggest I had ever experienced in my life up until then, about six feet. Because of the short fetch they were steep but I was going across them so pounding was not the worst problem for me.
The real problem was that I came off the crests the wind would grab the boat and “weathervaned” it, spin it 90° until it was going down wind. This happened every time! I was seriously beginning to wonder if I would make it.
The crossing of the Sound between Point Monroe and Shilshole is about four miles so I found myself in the middle before too long. I was scared, Really scared, but I had no choice but to press on.
I eventually made it, rounding the breakwater at the North end of the marina only to witness a 36’ Coast Guard cutter at full speed and on a semi-plane inside the breakwater! They were in a hurry to some rescue.
The few people around the ramp who saw me come in simply did not believe that I had come across from Bainbridge.
The next day the papers reported three boats lost because of the storm. I considered myself lucky and in hind sight I now consider myself incredibly stupid for having attempted such a stunt.