The good Samaritans.
Question: What happens when a computer engineer and a nukie decide to make the Lake safer?
Answer: Another Lake story is born!
One Saturday morning around 10:30 BC (Before Coronas) Geo spotted a large log floating out in the middle of the bay.
Geo: "Geeze, that's a big one. We can't just leave it there but if we bring it into shore what will we do with it"?
Misty: "Humm, I've got it! We'll sink it"!!!!
Geo: "Coool"!
So without consulting the spcific gravity tables or any other useful reference materials we set off on our adventure. Loading a big rock and about 10 feet of old dock line into the sea nymph we got underway.
With a firm hand on the tiller of my blue smoking Johnson 15 I headed out into the bay. Soon my trusty lookout, Geo cried "Thar she blows"!!! And we maneuvered along side of the menacing hazard.
Now this is the time when clear headed professionals stop, size up the situation and develop an action plan. But not us. We were iron fisted men of the sea, on a mission from God and we needed action and we needed it now!
So we took our rock and tied it to the end (yes, the end) of the log and let her slip into the briny deep and settle down into Davey Jones's locker. And down it went. Rock end first. It's nose getting burried in the botton and it's end floating upright about 18 inches from the surface.
"OMIGOSH" I said. "We have just planted a mine field in the middle of Braun Bay"! "We gotta get it back". Discussing the situation, the solution was obvious. Bearing my chest I slipped into pirate mode and with my swiss army knife clinched between my teeth, over the side I went.
My task was to shinny down the slippery pole and to cut the line holding the rock. On the second attempt we were free! In a sort of backwards Dr. Strangelove way I rode the log back to the surface as it launched itself from the bottom like a Saturn 5 rocket. (Don't you hate it when you get water up your nose?)
"OK buddy" I said to Geo. What's our plan "B"? Simple, bigger rock and deeper water. Never say die.
Somewhere between 5 Mile and Johnathan's at the bottom of the Lake a monster lies dormant. We had hog tied, towed, weighted down and stowed the great danger in the bay and laid it to rest.
The noontime activities started to increase in the bay as two Good Samaritans headed back to the barn knowing that we had done our bit "For Duty and Humanity".....NYUK...NYUK...NYUK.
Misty Blue
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