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Remembering ditching training getting into the raft, (or a boat).
Back in the 70's on a Florida layover, my Captain, me, and a stewardess yes called that back then decided to go and find Bee Bee Rebosa's home, a friend of President Nixon, somewhere on Dinner Key in FL. Well the Skipper an old navy pilot was in charge barking the orders we set sail. He had a map and all and sure enough we run aground. Out of the boat we (3) go after dropping the main sail, pull the line now at the top of the mast to tip the boat and push it into deeper water. That accomplished we now (try) to get back into the boat. My Captain couldn't, the stewardess couldn't and me a 30 something then, was able to get back in. I pulled the stewardess back in and then looking at the Captain hanging on to the gun rail he say's well pull me in. With that I placed my foot on his hand and said, what's your seniority number? Wishing I had a camera, I pulled him in. Was I ever surprised how difficult it was to get back in the boat. Could I do it today? Maybe not!
Guy the old 72 driver....
Last edited by Guy Paris : 05-19-10 at 07:47 PM.
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