Sunday was a quiet afternoon on the lake at 12:30PM, with only a few surface ruffles to indicate any wind, and only a few boats.
Occupied in my driveway—and coming from the lake—I heard the following very loud call:
I turned to see what was happening, and heard again:
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HELP! I need HELP! Oh My ******* God! I need HELP!
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Then...
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I need a Witness! I need HELP! I need a witness!
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Ambling down my steep slope I reached my dock and saw—about a ˝-mile away—a small, dark, greenish boat that was being approached by a 20' red aluminum boat I'd seen fishing earlier. (Blue canvas top).
I picked up my telephone and called the NHMP, relating what I'd just heard and seen. The NHMP dispatcher said the NHMP "were on my side of the lake—
and were on their way".
The red-boat with its two rescuers touched the smaller boat, then backed off: A conversation was held towards the back of the boat. I heard only mumbles from the "rescuee", and couldn't make out any substance to any of it.
Now I'm concerned the NHMP may encounter someone who's crazy! 
A few minutes later, the "rescuee" takes off for The Broads. (I call the NHMP back to advise of his action, and of my suspicions). Maybe the explanation for "The Emergency" will appear here.
I've since figured out what "The Emergency" was—I think...and if I'm right—this "rescuee" owes an apology to every person on (or near) the lake who could have responded.
