Pompano
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We Finally Got That Antelope Off Our Beach!
Nomads: As in the case of a couple of other threads, I'm re-posting this one with it's restored photos. Opie destroyed the
original. (Original poster inept error.) The hero of this story is my friend, Joe, who threatened me with gulag if I did not get
it back up. So here it is...back again ..like the Plague. 
THERE'S AN ANTELOPE ON OUR BEACH II
Have you met my good friend, Joe? Maybe some of you will recall him from this previous photo..playing his guitar at a birthday party a mi casa in
Coyote Bay.
This is a story of what brought Joe to my door and the events to come.
But before I begin the tale I should tell you a bit about Joe. He's a Baja fan like us, and a genuine gentleman. He built a cliffside home in the
Bay many years ago, which his family enjoys immensely..boating, fishing, diving, and sailing. Joe (Josef), among many other accomplishments, is a
seasoned blue-water sailor & whitewater kayaker and knows more about sailing and boats than anyone I know. A former whitewater-kayak slalom
champion from Czechslovakia, he owns a US kayak company that designs and builds excellent whitewater & seagoing kayaks. Joe's exactly the
opposite of your common couch potato. He has mountains of energy. With his charming wife and their two strapping sons, he takes adventure trips
often, and I do mean ADVENTURE.
A couple years ago, the family wanted to go to Alaska. So..how to go? Fly commercial? Naw.
Road trip up the Alcan Highway like most families? Naw. Pampered sea cruise on a luxury liner?
Naw. No, Joe decided the family would do a sea-coast camping trip from Bellingham, Washington to Skagway, Alaska. They
did the Inland Passage..more than 1000 miles through a maze of islands and straits...in 2 - 12ft. Zodiacs. Now try to
imagine that trip. The idea thrills me, cuz I've done a couple 'different' trips like that myself. So set me up, Joe - for the
next trip, wherever you're going.
About the only time you'll see Joe sitting still is when he's playing jazz guitar with buddies in San Diego's Gaslamp Quarter...where we've enjoyed a
few sessions.
...he could be hammering you on the chess board. I sheepishly remember that day years ago when I smugly told Joe I knew the game...sigh. His mind is
razor sharp and his stamina for creating and completing projects is legion. All in all, Joe's one of those guys that really can "...build a
shopping center with a Q-tip and pocketknife." Remember that scene from the movie, Seven Days-Seven Nights?
Being a year or so younger than Joe, he taught me a Czech saying about age and friendships
Over there, an older friend says to a younger friend.."You can shine my shoes."
...?? well Hey, it's a Czech thing.
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So now you know something about Joe...and it sets the scene for what happens next.....
My story unfolds on this fine day when Joe stops by and tells me that he wants to rescue his storm-careened sloop, Springbok.
DAS BOOT!
The poor gal was blown ashore here in Coyote Bay after suffering a broken anchor chain in Hurricane Jimena..and then rocking in the
crashing waves, she was beat like a Missouri mule.
Well, co-pilot and I had to walk on down the beach to the scene of this tragedy... to inspect the situation thoroughly...give it some weighty &
concerned thought...be supportive and straightforward with suggestions...
..and mostly......to think of How to gently tell Joe his kaput Springbok may have sprung her last.
She looked like a gone goose. Even Gato the beach cat was trying to bury her.
(Name explanations: 'Springbok' is, of course, a super-fast little African antelope and a great moniker for a small sailboat.
Hey..coincidentally, since I started my excercise program of walking/trotting/stumbling along Coyote Bay every morning, I now also have a similar
nickname..the Limping Gazelle. I do the whole 100 yards one-way..then whoever finds me carries me home.)
Being the man he is, Joe never looks back. Waving aside our sympathy, he assured us he was going to get Springbok back on it's mooring....period.
Now, Joe's got a most unusual and pleasing accent. I always love talking to him. It was a special moment listening to his plan on
refloating the stranded boat. Best part was watching his hands explain the intricate rescue scenario he envisioned to the rest of
us.
His enthusiasm was contagious...and we quickly signed on as Helper's.
Note: Always, always seek out experienced Helpers.
There are going to be some who just can't figure out the working end of a shovel.
Joe is now talking RAPID-fire..issueing instructions...prodding us on ....praising our efforts... we are all mesmerized.... brought together as a
team...and galvanized by der leader into ACTION!
We are in awe and inspired to the max. The Master Plan is about to take place. Listen!...you can almost hear Wagner's
'Ride of the Valkyries' in the background.
Joe gets the crew organized and assigns tasks according to our various skills. His accented voice rising above the sounds of winches, shovels and
grunts...and some bottles opening.
I'm pretty sure that Joe said: "Tie boat to large rock to prevent grounding"..or was it grinding?.. "further up
beach." Anyway, I found the rock..and tied it up.
(I may have overdone this part of Joe's instructions...but then again....This mooring could well have prevented the boat from being washed clear over
the highway and into Boney's restaurant..which would have made an interesting conversation piece.)
Joe enlightens us on more of ...The Master Plan.
"Roger, you have big broads at your house? You must bring some."
"Hey Joe, you sure you want a 'broad'?..and best not talk too loud. Jeez, your wife is right over there."
"Now must take biggest broad in hands.. and shove hard under her bottom. Poosh in as far as you can."
We are now attracting some onlookers. A hot dog vendor and a jewelry salesman appear.
"Okay, now we hook now up all trucks with strong towlines and your diesel truck will pull pants off little Toyota I am positive. Springbok
will slide on broads I greased. So go now to wait for signal."
"Roger, put down beer, please. We celebrate later with cold ones Bonnie brings."
"Yes! You see, we are moving just right. But now you are so strong with your Dodge you must wait until poor little Toyota catches up. You
will switch places with little Toyota and pull like big bull."
"Roger, put down beer, please."
"Roger, you have won pulling contest against little Toyota and not even spilling your beer."
" Is good for today and tomorrow at one o'clock high tide floats Springbok. We pull with strong boats to anchorage. You will win again with big
Mercury against my little outboard. I will be needing new transmission in little Toyota because now is smoking pretty good and smell like old shoes."
"Now put down beer, please and we have colder beers."
END OF FIRST DAY OF SPRINGBOK RESCUE. Joe's wife has the refreshments ready. "Roger, Pacifico time."
IT'S NOW NEXT DAY AT HIGH TIDE
It's the crack of noon... and our 3 tow boats are gathered together just offshore from the Springbok.
Me in mine, Joe in his, and Pablo with his buddy in their panga.
I'm in my newly acquired Trophy center console powered by a strong 125hp Merc outboard 2-S. Strong boat, strong motor.
Pompano is a wee bit hung over from the fun yesterday...but a READY skipper nevertheless.
I stand up....a little too quickly perhaps... catch & brace myself, and then look over at ...
Springbok sitting on the bottom in 3.1 feet of water and 125 feet from the shoreline, drawing exactly 5.1 feet down to her keel and now listing
crazily to starboard.
Sizing all this up instantly, I motor up closer to things and ask Joe
"Well, what direction do you want her pulled, Joe old pal?"
He squints over at me for a few seconds, and then says..."Roger, put down beer, please. We need go offshore only. Don't move, you have
backed with motor over towline. I untangle you. Then I hook up towline so you not fall overboard."
I do some careful manuevering to make things easier.
"Roger, put down beer, please. You must not pull towline until I tell you. You have now tangled my boat in towline. You do again I send you
Russian front."
Now HERE is where Joe's brainpower and The Master Plan comes into play.
While Pablo and I keep tension on our lines and are ready to tow the grounded Springbok, Joe has tied his boat's towline to the top of the sailboat's
mast...and motors ahead slowly...thus tipping the boat over more yet..and raising the keel off the bottom. EUREKA! SHE FLOATS!
Pablo and I push our throttles ahead...the props thrashing the water white....and WE MOVE THE SPRINGBOK AHEAD!
Come on, Pablo..we've got her moving now! Full throttle, amigo!!
"Roger, put down beer, please..and stop. Springbok is far enough. STOP!"
"Hear that, Pablo? Joe's says we are doing it! More gas!! Mas!..mas gasolina, amigo!"
"Roger, I cannot pull that much You must stop. I am sinking backwards. You will tear mast off boat CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
Pablo's panga and smaller outboard is not as strong as mine..and he is being pulled by the prop's torque closer to my starboard side.
Joe is yelling something, but the engine noise is too loud for me to pick out his accent.
"ROGER! CAN YOU HEAR ME? STOP! YOU ARE PULLING ME BACKWARDS. MAST! ROPE! WATER COMING IN!"
Well, my strong engine and sense of direction got the boat off the bottom and the Springbok is now floating free as a bird. Master Plan
worked perfectly! I put my boat into neutral and shut down the motor to blissful silence...our job is done.
Joe is holding his hands to his ears and mumbling something in Czech here...I think he was counting?....can't really tell you what that's
all about?
"Roger, dobry...good, you have done it. I don't kill you now. Dekuji my friend. You are now hero of Czech family."
"Neni zac, Josef..anytime. Anytime at all. "
"Care for a beer?"
AND THAT...IS HOW WE GOT THE ANTELOPE OFF OUR BEACH.
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END...............................................................................
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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AKgringo
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Thanks for the repost!
I have over posted my way to 'Nomad' status, but I am still a newbie to this board, so I enjoy seeing threads from the past
Well written Roger, on this forum you are one of my two favorite authors. Osprey for fiction, and you for comic relief!
[Edited on 6-10-2015 by AKgringo]
If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space!
"Could do better if he tried!" Report card comments from most of my grade school teachers. Sadly, still true!
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ehall
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Funny story, kept me laughing.
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Jaybo
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^^^ yeah what he said 
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motoged
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Great story !!! 
Don't believe everything you think....
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Whale-ista
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Pompano- thank you! Wonderful story! And what a lovely boat- I can see why he worked so hard to rescue his Springbok from the beach.
I remember Joe from back in the day when we organized kayaking exhibitions in San Diego, and also from all the kayaks on his store's rooftop- you
could see them from I5 not far from the border.
Such a character- I can hear his voice so clearly in your writing.
Is he still around?
Joe would take a kayak into the water during exhibitions and proceed to Eskimo roll over....and over...and over...and over.... ad infinitum, shaking
the water out of his ears and happily rolling again. Then he would pause, switch directions, and roll the other way- it was amazing!
Thank you for a story that shares a whole other nautical and musical side of him.
\"Probably the airplanes will bring week-enders from Los Angeles before long, and the beautiful poor bedraggled old town will bloom with a
Floridian ugliness.\" (John Steinbeck, 1940, discussing the future of La Paz, BCS, Mexico)
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Udo
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Great story, Roger!
Udo
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Vince
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Major engineering feat! Well done. I remember Springbok on the beach.
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carlosg
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Quote: Originally posted by AKgringo  | I have over posted my way to 'Nomad' status, but I am still a newbie to this board, so I enjoy seeing threads from the past
Well written Roger, on this forum you are one of my two favorite authors. Osprey for fiction, and you for comic relief!
[Edited on 6-10-2015 by AKgringo] |
...muchas gracias... another very interesting and nice-to-read post... where have you been lately Pompano... first post in a couple
of many days (weeks?)...
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Phil S
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Thank you Pompano for the story. Reminds me of the times I'd had to "tilt" the mast with assistance on my 25' Catalina sail boat. Ah the good old
days for "rockin' chair memories".
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Munismom
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I can only hope that one day I get into trouble on your beach and need your humor to get me out of it!!
Kermit & Carolyn McMillin
Reno, Nv.
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David K
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Nice!
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wetto
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very good mate!
love your posts.
Lee S
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durrelllrobert
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You forgot to mention Co-Pilot's contribution to the rescue. I'm sure you couldn't have done it without her encouragment. Behind every good man is a
good woman.
Bob Durrell
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BornFisher
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That was great, and SO Baja!!! Thanks!!
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