Ok I've gotta tell this one, cause I think you guys will get a kick out of it.
Last time I took my boat out I motored over to a local public dock with some friends and went ashore for dinner. When I returned them to the launch ramp we all marveled at how high the tide was, and that we had never seen the floating dock so high on it's pilings. I then proceeded to head for my usual anchorage for the night. Since I was the last one in the only place with decent swing room was quite near the buoy marking the edge of the anchorage area. I wasn't too concerned with it's distance, and knew that it was always far enough from shore for my boat......or so I thought. I've anchored in this place before, but not quite that spot. Couple things I didn't count on. 1 there is actually a bit of a sand bar at that end of the anchorage, and 2. the full moon that caused the unusually high tide, would also cause a very low tide in a few hours time.
About 4am I was awoken by the sound of small waves hitting my boat louder than normal. When I poked my head up I found that I was less than 10' from dry ground, and in barely a foot of water. That buoy was almost on dry land as well! I had left my swing keel up that night, so when the tide dropped by almost 10' my scope lengthened and I drifted right into the shore. The bad part was that though I had left the keel up I had not raised the rudder, and it had slowly settled over 2' deep into the soft mud bottom. It took a lot of struggling to first get the rudder unpinned from its pivot to separate it from the boat, and then to work it free of the mud. Thankfully once it was on board I was able to simply walk forward, reel in the anchor line and float back out. I was still very close to shore, but the tide was coming in and I figured that by sun up I'd be in deep enough water to avoid major embarrassment.
It was bad enough that for some reason the guy on the nearest boat turned out to actually be awake at that hour, watched the whole thing, then clapped when I pulled her out.
