More Boarding Stories
We were boarded by the Coast Guard about four, maybe five years ago - coming north on the ICW just before we entered the Cape Fear River. This happened shortly after the Coast Guard got a bit of a black eye when they didn't respond to a young boy calling in a Mayday at the Charleston, S.C. inlet. They seemed, after that incident, to want to make their presence known. They were very polite and 'by the book'. There was a young fellow with them, maybe around eighteen, (hard to say, when you're my age, everyone under 30 looks around 18) and he seemed to be in training. He was all formal, and a bit nervous. The first thing asked was 'Do you have weapons aboard?' I answered 'No'. But when he got to the part where he was asking about our life jackets, I opened our PFD bag. Attached to the top 2 PFD's were a whistle, a flashlight and, omigod, a knife. His hand was in my face immediately and he was screaming, "Stand back! Stand back! Stand back!" I thought it was going to explode or something, so I stood back and said, 'What?' and he said, 'You told us you had no weapons aboard.' I answered, 'Well, if that's a weapon, then I've got quite a few. A butcher knife, a whole set of steak knives. I never thought of them as weapons." The other two, older guys calmed him down and he continued down his list. Then, during the course of the discussion, they discovered we were members of the U.S. Power Squadron. The ice melted, and it was immediately like a good ol' boys club meeting. The questions turned into, 'Yeah, I'm sure you've got this or that' as they checked off the rest of the list. They asked me why I didn't fly my Power Squadron Ensign and I told them I usually do, but had forgotten. They told me if I had had it up they probably would have picked on someone else. Rest assured I fly it all the time now! My other experience with them was watching - we were at anchor in the Fort Pierce inlet in Florida working to build up the cruising kitty. We were within a couple of hundred yards of the CG station so got to watch all of their activity. I always got a laugh because, on the weekends, you knew which boats were going to be boarded - the ones with the most and briefest bikinis. Of course, most of the patrol boats were manned by what looked to my eyes like kids. Sorry this is so long, but I've got a couple of more stories to relate. While we were at anchor at Ft. Pierce inlet (no mean trick, by the way, with the current there) we saw them bring all the body bags from the Elien (sp?) Gonzales incident. News helicopters flying overhead. All very exciting. Again, while we were there, we were boarded by the Florida Marine Patrol. This was no joyful incident. I had been having a very bad day. Engine work, oh, how I hate engine work. I was adjusting the belts on the alternator and managed to break a bolt. Had to dinghy ashore and ride my fold up bicycle to the hardware store. The nearby store did not have what I needed, so I rode about 6 miles to the next one - and it started to rain. On the way back the rain turned into a deluge. The wind blew. I was miserable. I got back to the boat, replaced the bolt and started to change the oil - my wife mandates that I change the oil naked because she doesn't like to clean my inevitable oil stains. I dropped the filter in my lap as I was climbing out of the engine room - yeah, you picture it right - just at this point, upset, naked, covered with oil, tired, "Knock, knock, knock." on the side of the boat." I stick my head out of the companionway and this fat old marine patrol cop, looking not quite as bedraggled as I but nevertheless, wet and as a consequence, surly. "Marine Patrol, permission to come aboard." It was not a request - he was tied up and climbing into the cockpit. I said, "This is really not a good time." He mumbled something like, "It never is." He wanted to see all the papers. When he radioed the Coast Guard, they couldn't find record of the boat's documentation. Words were exchanged and I insisted that he call them again before he arrested me - which would have been no surprise the way the day had been going. Anyway, he left, I showered and had several fingers of rum.