I've always had reservations about the MOB procedures taught at sailing schools , especially when it's suggested that you do it under sail . In real life when things go overboard it's in bad weather and sailing to recovery is hardly an option except for the highly skilled sailor - and then the prop and trailing lines to a lifesling can provide their own problems.
However my experience yesterday in MOB ( Myself overboard !) was in ideal conditions - and taught me somethings previously unconsidered.
I was in my Oday 22 - solo as usual - after a days sail in light breeze and glorious sunshine. Coming into the dock at the marina , I followed my normal procedure; coasting under engine then into reverse at idle to come to a stop and allow me step off and secure the bow line . Normally I stand at the shrouds to do this but this time the wind had taken the bow round to a sharper approach angle than usual so I went forward to step of the bow - and steadied my left hand on the lifeline stanchion.I am not wet behind the ears - though I became so - so I did not put weight on it, but..SPLASH ! !!..and I am now an auxiliary fender with the stanchion tickling the back of my neck..Accidents produce a moment of paralysis before the brain kicks in, but when it did I thought " No problem " and went to heave myself on to the dock - and the problems made their appearance.I could hook my fingers over the edge of the dock , but could not raise myself with the weight of sodden coldweather clothing on my back. I kept trying and got a leg up but that was it. And the water was cold, and suddenly I was getting tired and it was'nt very funny.Dry land twenty inches above my head but as far as the moon for me.Then I remembered a boat that had a swim platform and ladder and swam for it - and found out how difficult it is to swim fully clothed.Only one length of the pool maybe, but exhausting- and even elbowing onto the platform and dragging up the ladder, quite a job. However, thankfully I made it and managed to find someone in the deserted marina to help rescue my drifted away 22 ; looking at the broken stanchion I found it had been just screwed down and not bloted through the deck.
I've learnt that when alone you have to keep very aware and alert all the time, even at dock on a nice day.And I've had the boat three years so I should have checked the gear more thoroughly for sloppy work. My boat, my neck ,my responsibilty.
However my experience yesterday in MOB ( Myself overboard !) was in ideal conditions - and taught me somethings previously unconsidered.
I was in my Oday 22 - solo as usual - after a days sail in light breeze and glorious sunshine. Coming into the dock at the marina , I followed my normal procedure; coasting under engine then into reverse at idle to come to a stop and allow me step off and secure the bow line . Normally I stand at the shrouds to do this but this time the wind had taken the bow round to a sharper approach angle than usual so I went forward to step of the bow - and steadied my left hand on the lifeline stanchion.I am not wet behind the ears - though I became so - so I did not put weight on it, but..SPLASH ! !!..and I am now an auxiliary fender with the stanchion tickling the back of my neck..Accidents produce a moment of paralysis before the brain kicks in, but when it did I thought " No problem " and went to heave myself on to the dock - and the problems made their appearance.I could hook my fingers over the edge of the dock , but could not raise myself with the weight of sodden coldweather clothing on my back. I kept trying and got a leg up but that was it. And the water was cold, and suddenly I was getting tired and it was'nt very funny.Dry land twenty inches above my head but as far as the moon for me.Then I remembered a boat that had a swim platform and ladder and swam for it - and found out how difficult it is to swim fully clothed.Only one length of the pool maybe, but exhausting- and even elbowing onto the platform and dragging up the ladder, quite a job. However, thankfully I made it and managed to find someone in the deserted marina to help rescue my drifted away 22 ; looking at the broken stanchion I found it had been just screwed down and not bloted through the deck.
I've learnt that when alone you have to keep very aware and alert all the time, even at dock on a nice day.And I've had the boat three years so I should have checked the gear more thoroughly for sloppy work. My boat, my neck ,my responsibilty.