San Antonio Bay near Port O'Connor.
Here's something ya don't see every day; an entire dredging outfit strung out in tow. A second tow just as long was behind this one. This was in "the ditch", or the intracoastal waterway just south of POC.
Closer view of the head of the tow. Chug-a-lug, they were making five knots if they were lucky. I was cruisin' at 25 when I snapped these...
Lots of barge traffic up there. Made for some interesting maneuvering at times, especially when two double wide tows were passing each other from opposite directions in the ditch. I had the jack plate almost all the way up, and was skimming across calf deep water on the side of the ditch to get by a double tow and another boat coming up the channel. Sure was nice to check out a new patch of water, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Variety is the spice of life!
7 comments:
Nice Mayberry, glad to see you had a nice day.
And just where is that outboard made?
I like your office, Mayb. A tad envious to say the least.
Mine tends to have more than a few trees in the way.
Scott, Every once in a while...
Anon, I didn't buy it. I specified Evinrude (yes, I know, they're Canadian now).
Dio, just wish I could take the office out more often!
Man, if you can't relax there...you just can't relax!
Looks like some good fishing spots around there!
Thanks for the pictures, buddy!
God, that reminds me of a nasty little incident when I was working on the dredges cleaning up the Columbia after Mt St. helens blew. We were doing a full tow just like the one in your picture. Dredge, Line barges, piep, everything, going up stream against an out going tide. It was ripping that day too. I kept hearing this groaning noise, like steel under extreme stress. I finally found a line barge with an anchor winch on the side of the dredge that was trying to pull the freeaking cleat off the deck. Went and got the first mate and he told me to cut it loose. The problem, no axe. I had na large folding Uncle henry and when I reached over to cut the line it literally exploded in my face.
Shit went everywhere and it sent my skinny ass flying. When I finally got up I still had that knife in my hand, I looked down and the blade had been twisted just about ninety degrees from the handle. Scary stuff.
Jim, that's no joke!
Busted, in Navy boot camp they showed us a film called Snap Back. It showed damage caused by lines parting, and even a row of dummies getting sliced in half by a mooring line parting under high tension. Scary stuff is right.
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