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Your pictures compelled my first post, thank you. I moored up in PEI in I think it was 1991 or 1992, on the USCGC Neah Bay. Many moons ago I guess. I was stationed on the Neah Bay breaking ice in the Lakes. We got deployed one summer running the Hague Line for fisheries patrols, so we swung into PEI on our way down to Boston. Good times, good beer. I got hooked on Molson Brador. Spent a lot of time in Canada, we'd moor in Canada just so we could all drink, as half the crews were under 21 ha-ha. I'd never done any business with pilots until we sailed into Canadian waters, so it was a eye opener. As the helmsman I was taking several commands. First the pilot, then the CO, then the conning officer. So the delay was pretty frustrating he-he. A 140ft ice-breaker turns pretty quick so having three steps was causing me to over-correct.... a lot. They should have just let the pilot, even if, he's a Canuck, give me helm commands, but you know blaw-blaw military. Dumb...if the guy knows the waters and is bonded, screw it I say's.
Anyway, I finished my four year tour on the Cutter and ran back home to Oregon, my home coast. Did my remaining sixteen years driving surf boats up and down the Oregon coast. Thanks for the flashbacks. The measures of crazy, the bravado of some sailors, kept me busy for twenty years. - USCG Surfman #295
ps. I guess I should mention I picked up my first Porsche in November, thus I started lurking. Been snowed in since I got her, but a quaint little 944 now resides in my shop.
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