Made it out this afternoon after the rain ended and had a nice breeze under a great sky. I took a neighbor out who hadn't been on the water since sailing as a kid. So we're having a good time and close hauled on a port tack we start NW across the Elk River about 1/3 of a mile below a stately cabin cruiser coming south down the channel at a moderate speed. It's soon apparent that we'll be in close proximity at the center of the channel and I watch to see how soon he'll adjust for my right of way. And watch and watch til I cross his bow and I'm close enough to see that there is Definitely No One at the helm! As he passes behind by an uncomfortable margin I can see a silhouette of a guy hunched over a table in the salon with his back to me, as if he was reading a newspaper. The slob was autopiloting to oblivion. Nearly Ours. And, no surprise; not answering a hail on channel 16.
My guest was photographing the whole time. The transom was lettered with a boat make and price. Professional Delivery? The Dead Hand of electronic navigation. Brain Dead at a minimum.
So once again we are reminded to never give the other guy a chance to hit you. Because sooner or later one will without even trying. I would have had to dump sail to fall off behind him as we were heeled about 20 as it was. Pinching up would have slowed me in front of him. As it was we outran the danger, but that's not a good plan. I won't push it like that again if I can help it.
My guest was photographing the whole time. The transom was lettered with a boat make and price. Professional Delivery? The Dead Hand of electronic navigation. Brain Dead at a minimum.
So once again we are reminded to never give the other guy a chance to hit you. Because sooner or later one will without even trying. I would have had to dump sail to fall off behind him as we were heeled about 20 as it was. Pinching up would have slowed me in front of him. As it was we outran the danger, but that's not a good plan. I won't push it like that again if I can help it.