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Scott Blahnik
It was my birthday, after all, and my mother sent me some nice clothes-a Hawiian type shirt and khaki shorts. We planned an evening sail, three couples, followed by a nice dinner on the Tchefuncte river-so I wore the new clothes, looking very spiffy for a 45-yr. old. It was a beautiflul evening, and we're tacking downriver, sipping champagne, when we go aground. I take a look at the depthmeter and it's telling me less than 2-ft.(I have a 3.6 ft. draft). Well, no amount of heeling nor motoring would budge us, so as captain I made the decision that required some of us to get out and push. My problem, of course, was my new clothes. They had to go, and all I have on board for spare is my foul weather gear. So, it was decided to send the women below, and my attourney friend and I stripped naked and went overboard. The water was only up to our knees, the river bottom an oozy, lumpy, Louisiana muck.( Continued)