a real situation
it was 4:15pm on july 23, 1999. we were floating freely a half mile off the breakwaters of sodus bay, lake ontario. we had each gone into the water separately (that was the rule) three or so times along with our black lab who went in each time.as i was still covered with her thick black hair, i told my wife i was going in for the last time to rinse off all the dog hair and for her to keep Genny on board. so i went in off our swim platform with the swim ladder still down on our beneteau oceanus 370.the wind had picked up to a gusty 18 knot wind and although i had only jumped in off the platform, i could not get back to the boat.i am not a good swimmer and quickly panicked a bit. i called out to myt wife to throw the yellow horseshoe whose tether i had rolled up and attached to the rail just a few weeks ago ... when we had first bought our boat.she went to undo the rolled up tether and it came out all tangled up and unthrowable. i watched this and really panicked as i was know a good boat length away from the boat (36 feet.)i yelled to my wife to jump in and come get me as i was going under. she also panicked and thought i was about to drown. she, who is a great swimmer, once a trained lifeguard and teacher of swimming classes, jumped in.she and the dog swam to me and we watched the boat getting further and further from us, now three lengths or so. it became very clear that her hauling me to the boat wasn't going to work. we, together, decided the only thing to do was to have her leave me and have her swim to the boat, fire up the motor and come back to get me.it was 2 1/2 hours later when my wife who had always been swimming toward the boat, and never quite getting to it, was picked up along with our dog by a passing motor boat.they called the coast guard who started out a search and rescue with three marine boats (an amphibious boat and two others) and a half dozen or so recreational boaters who all entered a search pattern all to no avail.4 1/2 hrs after i was in the drink, a power boat came by me ... at least a whole mile from the search and rescue ... and asked if i was ok.there's much more to the story but this is enough. it *is* what happened and happened even though we had layed out the rules that demanded only one person in the water at a time ... regardless of *any* situation. you *never* really know how you will respond to an actual situation *until* it happens.so, our situation was: we had a new boat to us and had not done a thorough job of practicing man overboards as we had done on our earlier 26' pearson. our life jackets were down below. the boat was not anchored. we had no tethers, no anchor down, no backup, no practice with a sling tied to the boom ... after all, why *we* were somewhat experienced ocean going sailors having spent many years along the coast of maine and, why this, was nothing but a fresh water pond. wrong, wrong and more wrong.i do not know how i could have stayed in the water for 4 1/2 hours when i can only swim about one round trip length of an indoor pool. very early into this episode, i knew i was going to die, there was no other possibility. i was often a few feet below water and gasping. i said my goodbyes to my wife, prayed a deliberate prayer of confession and asked forgiveness ... and then prayed that god take me quickly.i got back from the hospital several hours later, spitting up blood over the next few days, recovering from being totally purplishy blue.it took a few weeks before i went back out on the boat and made the decision to try to go for my next swim. i sat on the swim platform, boat anchored, life jacket donned, tethered to the boat, horshoe already extened in the water, dinghy tied to the boat extended back a few feet, goggles, fins, snorkle. oh yes, and wife with trown cushions ready, lifesling ready to be deployed, ladder down. and yes, whistle attached to my lifejacket, strob lite pinned to the life jacket.i sat there for a good half hour and then slid into the water. this, now early august, 1999.it was not until this summer (2005) that i jumped into the water off the swim platform without a life jacket but with boat anchored and everybody ready.we just celebrated six years of additional life this past july. impossible we are here, yet we are ... except for our sweetheart dog Genny (named after the genoa) whom we had euthanized at 13 1/2 years old on september 30th.ron