Capn Craig
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- Oct 16, 2010
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Have you ever thought this is it!* I'm going to die right now.* I did on Monday afternoon, and when I think about, I realize how close I came.*
My wife and I were enjoying an absolutely beautiful day anchored in what locally is known as the Leclaire Canal.* It is a beautiful backwater slough above the Lock and Dam *14 auxillary lock.* on the Mississippi River.*There is no current here and many boats anchor and party on weekends.* My wife went for a swim and warned me to be carefull pulling out because she felt what she thought was a tree limb next to us in the water.* I went in about a half hour later to check what I thought seemed like bad noises coming from my port prop or shaft when I shut it down.* When I was on the part side I kicked a rope or something that I realized was wrapped around the port prop.* This is what my wife kicked.* I managed to pull some of it to the surface and discovered it was three strands of rope attached to something very heavy on the bottom.* My wife had climbed back aboard, and I asked her to hand me out a life jacket while I dealt with it.* Better be safe, I thought.* She also handed me a pair of side cut wire cutters.* When I realized that the wire cutters could hardly cut the rope I knew I had trouble.* On my boat I can touch the rudders but not quite the props with the trim tabs in the way.* I eventualy got the rope cut with three long ends hanging off the prop.* I tried to feel with my feet which way they were wrapped around the prop to try to get them off.* No luck.* I could almost reach the prop so I thought if I could dive under for a few seconds maybe I could figure out how to unwrap them.* I went under about a foot and needed to come back up for a breath.* Thats when panic set in.** There was a screw holding the zincs to the tab that extended about a half inch below the lower zinc.* It caught on my life jacket and wouldn't let go.* My face was about 6 inces below the surface and I was stuck.* My wife wasn't around.* I tried to unhook the straps but they were tight and couldn't get them to release.* I was panicky.* I gave it one hell for stout jank and tore part of the jacket.* That got my mouth at the water surface but I couldn't get a breath between the waves.* I gave another yank and thankfully I tore the jacket more and got my head out from under the water.* I shook for a long time after that realizing how close I came to drowning, and how I never even saw the potential danger.* Really makes you think.
After that near disaster,* I hose clamped a serrated steak knife on the end of a scrub brush handle, and after about an hour of trying, got most of the rope off the shaft.* I managed to pull the couple hundred pound cylinder of concrete the rope was attached to, to the surface where my wife cut the rope and let it sink.* The ropes were about 50 feet long and floated in about eight feet of water.* I don'tkow if they were left there by a careless moron or left there as a trap.* I wonder if the moron would even give a damn that he nearly killed me.
You just never know.
My wife and I were enjoying an absolutely beautiful day anchored in what locally is known as the Leclaire Canal.* It is a beautiful backwater slough above the Lock and Dam *14 auxillary lock.* on the Mississippi River.*There is no current here and many boats anchor and party on weekends.* My wife went for a swim and warned me to be carefull pulling out because she felt what she thought was a tree limb next to us in the water.* I went in about a half hour later to check what I thought seemed like bad noises coming from my port prop or shaft when I shut it down.* When I was on the part side I kicked a rope or something that I realized was wrapped around the port prop.* This is what my wife kicked.* I managed to pull some of it to the surface and discovered it was three strands of rope attached to something very heavy on the bottom.* My wife had climbed back aboard, and I asked her to hand me out a life jacket while I dealt with it.* Better be safe, I thought.* She also handed me a pair of side cut wire cutters.* When I realized that the wire cutters could hardly cut the rope I knew I had trouble.* On my boat I can touch the rudders but not quite the props with the trim tabs in the way.* I eventualy got the rope cut with three long ends hanging off the prop.* I tried to feel with my feet which way they were wrapped around the prop to try to get them off.* No luck.* I could almost reach the prop so I thought if I could dive under for a few seconds maybe I could figure out how to unwrap them.* I went under about a foot and needed to come back up for a breath.* Thats when panic set in.** There was a screw holding the zincs to the tab that extended about a half inch below the lower zinc.* It caught on my life jacket and wouldn't let go.* My face was about 6 inces below the surface and I was stuck.* My wife wasn't around.* I tried to unhook the straps but they were tight and couldn't get them to release.* I was panicky.* I gave it one hell for stout jank and tore part of the jacket.* That got my mouth at the water surface but I couldn't get a breath between the waves.* I gave another yank and thankfully I tore the jacket more and got my head out from under the water.* I shook for a long time after that realizing how close I came to drowning, and how I never even saw the potential danger.* Really makes you think.
After that near disaster,* I hose clamped a serrated steak knife on the end of a scrub brush handle, and after about an hour of trying, got most of the rope off the shaft.* I managed to pull the couple hundred pound cylinder of concrete the rope was attached to, to the surface where my wife cut the rope and let it sink.* The ropes were about 50 feet long and floated in about eight feet of water.* I don'tkow if they were left there by a careless moron or left there as a trap.* I wonder if the moron would even give a damn that he nearly killed me.
You just never know.