The wife and I recently stepped our mast while tied off to a marker in the Steinhatchee river. In order to keep the trailer out of the salt water, we'd gotten the boat lifted into the river, upstream of a 27' bridge.
It was pretty easy, except that halfway through the critical "raising" part, the mast crutch came to life, and leaped off the transom and into the river. All by itself, on my soul. It had drifted around a corner and out of sight (outgoing tide) by the time we got the shrouds and forestay fastened and could take off after it.
We did retrieve it at least. The wife was kinda frazzled, but I thought under the circumstances we did well.
