Okay, not me, but bone - headed scareboater in the BVI (almost as funny as reality t.v.) --
Monohull moored off 100 yards from us, the Cap'n (a real screamer when mooring but that's another story) comes up, enjoys his morning coffee and that certain 'master of universe' feeling that comes when enjoying sunrise at Saba Rock in Virgin Gorda Sound..his wife joins him just about the time the coffee kicks and in and he has to go below.
His wife is relaxing away when she suddenly sticks her head up, looks down in the companion way and then walks back
fiddles at the pedestal for a minute and then finally starts the engine (obviously, the Cap'n decided to charge batteries while on the throne).
She then disapears below, no doubt to refresh paper supplies or something..
Meanwhile the boat - being as it was in forward gear slowly begins to circle the mooring ball. About the third time around (slowly accelerating) the keel hooks the mooring
line and begins to wrap, the boat suddenly heels over, develops a nice twist and stops, 20 degrees off vertical, motor still chugging away.
Cap'n Screamer comes up doing his best job of pulling up pants and yelling, rips the keys out of the ignition and throws them below (then shuts off the
fuel). Then has to go below and get the keys because gosh, he's not, in his mind, going to untwist the boat any other way.
After a half hour of watching him try to get his boat off the ball and wrap it even more we decided to take pity on the dude's wife and save them.
My daughter jumped in our
dinghy, came up along side and pushed his stern around and off the ball (didn't ask, just did it - moreoften getting forgiveness is easier than permission) - something he could have done in 5 minutes as his
dinghy was sitting there astern the whole time.
ScareBoater, Bareboater no question in my mind.
ChucklesR