I was delivering a 50ft Bristol Sloop out of the Chessapeake to Florida few years ago . The skipper was an Old (really old ) salt and decided with the clock started we where leaving regardless of the fog . I have never seen fog this thick and I would never have pushed off in it if the decision was mine . The Cap said it would burn off in a couple of hours and it did , but very creepy heading out into it. As we went on into the Bay the sun came out and turned the entire view briliant white . It was like being inside a marshmallow only brighter . So were plodding along at 2 to 3 kts but at least were plodding so the cap is happy . I look at the
radar screen and see what apears to be about 6 boats in front of us I yell at the top of my lungs and the cap grinds it into reverse bringing us to a complete dead stop . We strain or eyes into the briliant whiteness , nothing , go below deck check the
radar screen , nothing , " I swear there was half a dozen boats right there Cap "
" Ok whatever " he gets behind the
wheel and off we go again 2 kts tops .
the whiteness continues blinding even with sunglasses. Im fixed on the
radar and there are those boats again dead in front of us . Woah Cap I yell again .
come up on deck look around after another abrupt stop . Nothing, back down look at the screen , again nothing, ok I'm losing my mind or this
radar is broken . This happens 2 more times before I figured out that we had actually been pushing a flock of seagulls down the Bay as we got close to them they took off and landed about a mile or so ahead of us . Ever felt like nature was playing games with your head .
I sure am glad your run in with the tug turned out well , some of em will not talk on the
radio , I never understood it but it seems to be a trend . Then again some of em will talk to you and plan your aproach or pass one whistle or two .