Saturday was shaping up to be the best day this year. The marine forecast was way off and winds were ESE in excess of 15 knots and building. ESE winds at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay bring relatively flat water. We left the beach and within a couple hundred yards it was really honkin' so I immediately jumped out on the wire. The boat was heeling pretty well so I told my crew to hop on out with me. With 380 lbs. on the trapeze we were still rolling with the windward hull barely skimming the surface and the leeward hull cutting the waves like a torpedo. I glance back aft where we had a two or three foot rooster tail shooting from the rudders. WOO HOO! After a three or four mile reach we were approaching a giant coal collier at anchorage. I told my buddy that when we got into the shadow of this massive ship we would likely lose a lot of air and he should hop on in. He did and, as I headed up and started to swing in...SNAPPPO! I'm in the water! WTF? Having been here before I released neither the sheet rope nor the hiking stick, having the combined effect of sheeting in while turning away from the wind. My buddy is shouting for me to let go of the sheet rope before the boat goes over but, five miles from shore, I'm not letting go of anything until I have a handful of something else. I eventually grab the stretch righting line and scramble aboard. As we are drifting to within a couple hundred feet of this huge tanker's sonar dome we get a little wind in the jib and pull away. I take a good look at the trapeze lines, dog bones and wires and everything seems to be intact. Huh? Next I look down at my spreader bar and see a little rusty nub where my trapeze hook used to be! Now this Gul harness is only four or five years old but the spreader bar is chrome plated which, it seems, has hidden a fair amount of cancer. I go over the equipment on the boat pretty well before each voyage. Never thought to take a good look at my own harness though. A word to the wise.....
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