On Oct 12, 7:27*am, jeff miller wrote:
On Oct 10, 7:21*pm, Frank Reid © 2010 wrote:





On Oct 10, 6:20*pm, Frank Reid © 2010 wrote:

Jeff is on the first day of his fishing vacation. Jeff, a friend and
MY dog went for a brief venture in his new boat. They found a small
island, anchored, and walked ashore. (dog swam) Men fished, dog played
and frolicked with other dog...s. After about 2 hours, they headed
back to the boat.... found it sitting on dry land. It appears that
Jeff was unaware that large bodies of water have things called
"tides." Apparently, "tides" flow in and "tides" flow out and
sometimes when the "tide" flows out.... well, you and your friend and
your wife's dog are stuck in a boat on dry land for about 9 hours. And
when the sun goes down, it gets a bit chilly. I hope he will be with
you tomorrow. I also hope, for Jeff's sake, that MY dog is okay.

This is his wife, Rachel, signing off.

I'm thinking this beats the Millheim duck incident.
Frank Reid

yup, i'd agree frank. running down pilchards, terns, and sand crabs is
much more difficult...and punishing...than a highway-waddling duck.
they're much craftier too. if the damn ducks had lured me to a
building, i'd probably just now be getting out of the pa jails.

and for all those with sage advice...i'm well aware of tides.
sometimes they move a bit quicker than one who is distracted by
schools of red drum from the distant side of the island appreciates.
also, made the mistake of thinking my fellow manunkind might move the
anchors and boats if necessary while we were away. *still, if one has
to be stranded on a sandy island for 6 hours, i reckon it wasn't so
bad. of course, ginger or maryanne would have been preferable
companions. joe was none too happy...until i reminded him he was a co-
defendant. *nice sunset though. *to top things off, my nav lights
didn't work (i don't go out in the dark) and the trip in to harkers
island doesn't have as many zigs and zags around buoys at night as are
required in the daytime. G. *Photos to follow...at some point.
anyway, it was another adventure and couldn't have been a better
location to be stuck. *i am familiar with the deep water, the tides,
the sloughs, and most of the grains of sand on shark island now
though...

Same thing happened to me at Grandfather Rapids a few years ago.
Tides come up FAST in rivers!

And the fukkers leave ya for dead.

so, another lesson learned without any injury except to my
pride, and that quit functioning long ago.

Pride. Overpriced and grossly overrated.

I have found no use for it. Reminds me of dignity.....or calf brains.

giles