The worst thing I've snagged was a 60-pound concrete block that was abandoned by a commercial crabber running a trot
line in a small creek near Solomons, Maryland. I was not aware I snagged it until another boat anchored upwind of me broke free during the middle of the night in a howling gale and was headed directly at me. I saw the boat bearing down on me, blew the air
horn, and no one on the other boat flinched. I clamored to the bow, grabbed the
rode, and the
anchor didn't budge. I then ran to the cockpit, fired up the engine and dragged by
anchor in revers to avoid a nasty collision. The guy in the 50-foot catamaran finally woke up when his boat slammed into a pier piling on the opposite side of the creek. The next morning, it took every ounce of muscle two grown men could muster to retrieve my
anchor, which was firmly hooked to the concrete block and an old crab
line. I'm too old to do stuff like this, so the next item on the bucket list for the new boat is an electric
anchor windlass.
Cheers,
Gary