Lucking for me, it has always been in the mud. Chuck a dansforth as far as you can and haul your self out inch by inch. Prepare to hose down the cockpit when you get back to the dock.
Once, on the second throw of the
anchor, I hadn't noticed a chunk of mud cligging on. It was dark. We were in the ICW. I was swinging the
anchor back and forth to build up momentum. The mud let go just in time to fling through the companion way and into a crew mates ear. Who had the indecentcy to be sleeping on the settee, whilst I struggled. You should have heard her yell.