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Frank Sears
10-4-02, South Chesapeake Bay - We took the boat out with little to no wind at all. A little was blowing from the S, but not much. We intended to anchor out for the night… so we motor-sailed to south of the power plant and found a spot just outside of the crab pots, in about 12-13 feet of water. There was another two hours before low tide, so I planned for the current of an incoming tide, so I positioned the boat - SSE with the big anchor off the bow and smaller anchor off the stern. We put up the screen cover over the companionway to let the air in and keep the bugs out. It had been a warm day. Bon heated crab soup for dinner. We were sitting eating the soup noticing the wind so starting to blow and cool things down. Felt good. The wind got harder and harder and the waves started to hit the back of the boat. The wind was now blowing out of the NE so the waves were hitting the port stern. Not good. The water was breaking over the stern and coming through the screen door. I put up the door, but the cover is about a foot higher then the door and the water was still coming in. Hmmm, that needs the waters about 4 foot in the air. Not easily, we changed the screen to the plastic, but the plastic piece had nothing to fasten to the door… so the water still was coming in. With great difficulty we took the cover off and shut up the boat hatches. By this time the boat was lifting and falling at least 3 if not 4 feet. We were exhausted and Bon was getting sick. I sat there, shut my eyes and wondered what I was going to do. We were trapped. It was dark. The wind was blowing a good 20 knots. The waves a good 3 foot-hitting me in the butt, exploding over the cockpit. I’ve got two anchors holding me in place… hopefully; at least I’m not going anywhere. It is the smaller anchor that’s holding us! It’s only 8:00P! Bon went into the bathroom and stayed there till about 2 or 3 in the morning, before she came out and lied down on the seat. I just sat there till about 1A and I finally laid down using my junk bag as a pillow. I had been dozing off, but only for moments at a time. The water hitting the back of the boat sounded like a cannon. By dawn, the wind had died to a 10-15 knot, still from the NE and the waves maybe 1-2 feet. How do I get us out of here? The high waves were still washing over the cockpit. Fortunately we're on a H260, which has an open stern, so the water can easily wash out. So, wetsuit on, with a good Columbia rain coat, life jacket, and tether line. Can’t move… I checked the anchor lines and the bow anchor was slack. The smaller anchor had been holding us all night. First start the motor. That’s been getting washed over for the last 12 hours. We had at least one light on most of the night, so I used the pull cord. It’s a Honda 9.9 and it started in about 4 pulls. I pulled the stern anchor up first; thinking the wind would start swinging us around and I’d motor over top the bow anchor. With the stern anchor up and sitting over top of the bow anchor the motor died. I started it again. It ran for a couple of minutes and it died again. 4 or 5 times this happened. I looked at the gas tank and it had turned upside down. I up-righted the tank and started pulling the cord again. Still it would run for a couple minutes and then die. I had managed not to get sick all night, but hanging over the boat did it. I got sick. Not good. Those two crackers and three swallows of coke I had for breakfast are out of here… Ok,- My wife says maybe something is wrong with the gas? Hmmm, I’ve run on this tank of gas for a couple of hours and it was fine, but maybe the upside down thing did something. I shifted to my reserve tank. It started, ran for a couple minutes and died. Hmmm, maybe water in the line. I started it again and it stayed running. Thank you, God! I pulled up the bow anchor and we motored home. Hey hon, Looks like a nice day for sailing – Naaaaa… Locked her up and went home. Late that afternoon, after getting ourselves cleaned up, taking naps and eating some light food; we went back to the boat and cleaned her up. Not a good weekend. A horrible 12 hours!Lesson one - Never, "Never" anchor directly on the Chesapeake Bay!!!I wish someone had told me that...