The deep and the dumb
There's a pier here on the Seattle waterfront where they play concerts during the summer. They've now built some other piers and things around it, but a few years back you could anchor right off the pier and see (sort of) the show. Kind of like a wet drive in movie. The god spots were pretty deep: about 90-100', but what the heck, you're only dropping the hook for a couple hours, right? I took my 35.5 there one night, dropped my Bruce and let out approx 250' of rode. Then I dropped my Fortress off the stern with all 200'.Then we watched as a few dozen boats arrived and anchored almost on top of each other (and us) including a few ski boats who had clearly never used an anchor before (another story for another day). Of course, everyone had hundreds of feet of rode out, bow and stern sets, short scope, and nor room to swing or drag. You're getting the picture.During the encore we hauled the stern anchor, which of course snagged the rode of the bow anchor set by the catamaran behind us. He pulled in his stern anchor so we could haul our stern anchor -- and his boat -- to our transom.Then we went forward to lift the bow anchor. The boat had no windlass and we had a lot of rode out so it was a long, tough job. And it got harder when we got to last 90': the anchor would not budge. We lifted, tugged, even powered the boat toward and away from the anchor at every point on the compass. No luck. We were permanently affixed to the bottom. After watching all but one boat motor away, and with the clock approaching midnight, we gave it one last try with all six of us on the bow, hauling. It moved! slowly, painfully, stopping frequently for rest, we inched it to the surface. After what seemed like forever we could see the anchor in the water... it broke the surface! And then we saw the problem: an anchor chain of at least. 5/16 was draped over the Bruce. Just then a dinghy came flying over to us and the driver asked, "Hey, did you find our chain?" Turns out he had lost his 350' of all-chain rode -- and anchor -- off his 50' ketch earlier that night when the bitter end slipped right through the windlass.The 180' of chain (90' per side hanging from our Bruce) was bar tight. They had to motor the ketch over, tie the chain to a winch, and pull one side of the chain toward them, just to slip the Bruce out of it.If I'd had my wits about me (frankly, I was too angry to see straight let alone think) I'd have claimed salvage and sold their damned tackle back to them. We had earned it. As it was, they sailed away and we did too... docking at 2am, bruised and exhausted. The moral: When you want to hear a concert, buy tickets.