I posted this story on another site. It happened long ago but the memories are as fresh as the day it happened.
Don't want to clutter up Kevin's thread but this might be an interesting discussion about the "old" days.
It wasn't my worst night on the water. That came the following year. That was the year I learned how small a 46' boat is and a game changer for me.
I mentioned the compass being very accurate and it was. It took me years to get it that way. I used another compass that was installed in an area with no interference and it had no magnets in it for compensator's. I used range in line lights to verify its accuracy. Canada had a lot of them in those days.
The story.
In 1973 we made our usual 3 week vacation trip from Saginaw Bay, Lake Huron to the North Channel and Georgian Bay.
Our usual route was up the Western side of Lake Huron through Mississauga Straights to Meldrum Day to check in Canadian Customs. Then across to the Northern part of North Channel, working our way East to Georgian Bay, to French River.
Then down Georgian Bay to Tobermory and across and down Lake Huron to home.
This year we made a change to South Baymouth which is the ferry port from Tobermory to Manitoulin Island.
The plan was to leave from South Baymouth down Lake Huron to home.
We had a 46' Wooden Chris Craft.
Well the weather didn't corporate and we got weathered in for a few days. While we waited we took the new Ferry from South Baymouth to Tobermory to have dinner, returning that night. It was the first year for the Chi Cheemaun. https://www.chicheemaun.com/chi/engl...ervations.html
Well you know how it is when you have to be back to go to work. The weather wasn't good but we thought it wouldn't be that bad so we left in the evening after the Mafor weather which we could get every 6 hours.
Of course the wind picked up and we were taking it on the beam. When we got to the opening where lake Huron and Georgian Bay met there was a long fetch and it was really bad.
We had friends with us in their 38' Boat.
He called and wanted to change directions as he was having a hard time of it. So were we for that matter.
We were about 1/2 way in our 140 mile or so trip, all open water.
These were the days before GPS or Loran. We had a compass (very accurate), a depth sounder, and a radar for Nav. aids. We had one other thing. It was called a Navilog which was a little wheel on the outside of the hull that turned a speedo. cable to an instrument on the dash that recorded speed and miles.
It wasn't very accurate however but I had calibrated it over the years so I knew pretty much how much to factor the difference.
I hated to change course in the middle of the lake and the middle of the night but I knew I had to.
The only open harbor for us was across Lake Huron to Harrisville.
I had a nice chart table on the bridge of the Chris Craft and I remember plotting my course, figuring our position with just our compass heading and that Navilog. I remember so well telling my wife we are right here and I plotted our new course and changed to it.
Now we had a following sea and that Chris handled those seas well.
We were towing a 14' McKee with a 55 hp outboard.
Normally I would plot my course off one way or the other so when I saw land I would know for sure which way to go. That night I couldn't. I had to hit Harrisville.
Suddenly I saw blips on my radar. What the heck is that as there was several. Studying my chart I saw there were buoys marking the water intake for the City of Saginaw, many miles to the South. They pumped their water from Lake Huron.
I had to change course to avoid them.
The best damn navigating I ever did. A perfect shot to the harbor. All is well.
Almost.
As I approached the harbor I shut down the engines to idle and my crew pulled in the tow so as not to tangle the tow line with the prop.
One engine stalled. The entrance to the harbor looked very small and it really isn't. I tried to start the engine but no go.
Then I heard a loud thump. The waves had picked up the MeKee and slammed it into the transom.
I went in the harbor on one engine without a problem, tried to start the other engine and of course it fired right up.
The harbor was big enough to anchor and we did.
What my wife saw but didn't tell me was the McKee knocked out a nice mahogany plank from the transom.
It was high enough not to be a problem and she didn't even bother to tell me until after we were anchored.
Of course I had a plank to replace that fall.
Doug
Don't want to clutter up Kevin's thread but this might be an interesting discussion about the "old" days.
It wasn't my worst night on the water. That came the following year. That was the year I learned how small a 46' boat is and a game changer for me.
I mentioned the compass being very accurate and it was. It took me years to get it that way. I used another compass that was installed in an area with no interference and it had no magnets in it for compensator's. I used range in line lights to verify its accuracy. Canada had a lot of them in those days.
The story.
In 1973 we made our usual 3 week vacation trip from Saginaw Bay, Lake Huron to the North Channel and Georgian Bay.
Our usual route was up the Western side of Lake Huron through Mississauga Straights to Meldrum Day to check in Canadian Customs. Then across to the Northern part of North Channel, working our way East to Georgian Bay, to French River.
Then down Georgian Bay to Tobermory and across and down Lake Huron to home.
This year we made a change to South Baymouth which is the ferry port from Tobermory to Manitoulin Island.
The plan was to leave from South Baymouth down Lake Huron to home.
We had a 46' Wooden Chris Craft.
Well the weather didn't corporate and we got weathered in for a few days. While we waited we took the new Ferry from South Baymouth to Tobermory to have dinner, returning that night. It was the first year for the Chi Cheemaun. https://www.chicheemaun.com/chi/engl...ervations.html
Well you know how it is when you have to be back to go to work. The weather wasn't good but we thought it wouldn't be that bad so we left in the evening after the Mafor weather which we could get every 6 hours.
Of course the wind picked up and we were taking it on the beam. When we got to the opening where lake Huron and Georgian Bay met there was a long fetch and it was really bad.
We had friends with us in their 38' Boat.
He called and wanted to change directions as he was having a hard time of it. So were we for that matter.
We were about 1/2 way in our 140 mile or so trip, all open water.
These were the days before GPS or Loran. We had a compass (very accurate), a depth sounder, and a radar for Nav. aids. We had one other thing. It was called a Navilog which was a little wheel on the outside of the hull that turned a speedo. cable to an instrument on the dash that recorded speed and miles.
It wasn't very accurate however but I had calibrated it over the years so I knew pretty much how much to factor the difference.
I hated to change course in the middle of the lake and the middle of the night but I knew I had to.
The only open harbor for us was across Lake Huron to Harrisville.
I had a nice chart table on the bridge of the Chris Craft and I remember plotting my course, figuring our position with just our compass heading and that Navilog. I remember so well telling my wife we are right here and I plotted our new course and changed to it.
Now we had a following sea and that Chris handled those seas well.
We were towing a 14' McKee with a 55 hp outboard.
Normally I would plot my course off one way or the other so when I saw land I would know for sure which way to go. That night I couldn't. I had to hit Harrisville.
Suddenly I saw blips on my radar. What the heck is that as there was several. Studying my chart I saw there were buoys marking the water intake for the City of Saginaw, many miles to the South. They pumped their water from Lake Huron.
I had to change course to avoid them.
The best damn navigating I ever did. A perfect shot to the harbor. All is well.
Almost.
As I approached the harbor I shut down the engines to idle and my crew pulled in the tow so as not to tangle the tow line with the prop.
One engine stalled. The entrance to the harbor looked very small and it really isn't. I tried to start the engine but no go.
Then I heard a loud thump. The waves had picked up the MeKee and slammed it into the transom.
I went in the harbor on one engine without a problem, tried to start the other engine and of course it fired right up.
The harbor was big enough to anchor and we did.
What my wife saw but didn't tell me was the McKee knocked out a nice mahogany plank from the transom.
It was high enough not to be a problem and she didn't even bother to tell me until after we were anchored.
Of course I had a plank to replace that fall.
Doug
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