You know all of those signs we often see? Beware of undertow. Fast rip. Slippery when wet... We often ignore them or at least pay them little heed. Well, there is a sign at the sandbar that runs from Conimicut Point out to the Lighthouse. Something along the lines of "Danger, Severe Current on Sanbar" keep off or something like that. Well, someone was fishing there this afternoon far higher in the tide than what I'm told is prudent and he was swept off. His waders filled and he went under. Drowning.

I'm told that he was saved by a fellow (a friend of Clamdigger actually) that was out in his kayak near Conimicut. This Kayaker, all of 100 pounds, was able to save this fellow, and bring him to shore just as the rescue team was arriving. He would not have made it had that 'yaker not been out there. In waders, deeper water, hundreds of yard from shallow water. He's very lucky although I guess he's not in good shape at the moment.

Mike - a couple people pointed out that kayaker to me. It's John from the restaraunt...

Sounds like this guy had a guardian angel in a kayak......

Defianately lucky. My husband just told me last week about a guy he knows through work that was a total "health nut". he would go running or swimming on his lunch break! anyway he decided to swim across the CT in VT and didnt make it to the other side......sad story...but it can happen to anyone....even those that do it all the time, like this guy did..... :(

I like the looks of the end of that bar, but I was always a little reluctant to wade out to the end.

Lucky there was someone around.

Yep,tough place good thing John was around,Right perdon thou, he;s one strong kid and water///I;m going down to see him now///





Sometime Gods puts you in a place for a reason, Afew years back for some unknown reason I decided to dig up there,hadn;t dug there in three years/ nice flat calm day /tide coming in/ nobody around just me and a boy that was digging off the sandbar/ I realy wasn[t paying him much attention, between the vhf chatter / and the oldies of my stero [ Yes John my last boat was super nice!!!] for some reason Ilooked in his direction ---he was gone, Iturned down the radio and I heard a faint {{HELP}} I headed in his direction while getting on the vhf to have someone call the rescue/ Ifound him on his last time going down grabbed him and tried to get him in the boat ,It was a struggle -high sides, and a chubby boy, finally got him in as he coughed up water// HE had a onion bag that we use to quahog with tied to his waist, by this time the rescue was at the ramp / I brought him in/ and he was OK -------------- a few days later when his parents found out who I was ,they came over my housr to express their thanks, and for the next six or seven Christmas;s he would stop over with a littke gift/ Istill have and look at the personal keychain he gave me { Iv;e never used it ] and since that time I;ve always felt that there is a higher power that had me quit accounting and be digging up at the bar that day -------- right place ,right time OH ,when he was leaving in the rescue to be checked out Igave him a bag of quahogs so he wouldn;t go home empty handed////////////// amen- guys/////

Wow - between having someone looking over us from up there and a few good people down here, it really does make a difference. Good work to John (give him a thunms up for me) and to you too Clammer...

I think I posted, but maybe I hadn't joined this board yet, about a friend and I pulling three teenagers from the cold late September water, some 100 yards off Strawberry point in Cohassett. Their swamped canoes were another 100 yards further out, due to a hard SW blow that day, but the cold water would have done them in shortly. None of them had the strength to get up over the side of my Tracker, which sat really close to the water and all were shivering uncontrollably when we got them in. Only one had a life jacket on, but that wouldn't have saved him, because the only people out that day were a few lobstermen. Nobody in sight for miles, so they were damn lucky we were there. They were drinking heavily no doubt, because even after their sobering dunk, they were clearly drunk.

After dropping them off, we picked up one of the aluminum canoes, which had two illegal sized lobsters in the bottom. No doubt these SMART as a whip boys, were drinking and pulling lobster pots, during a strong SW blow, late in September, out of whimpy 16 foot canoes and without lifejackets on. Talk about stupid and not even a thankyou, just slipped them in the water as close to shore as I dared and waited until they climbed ashore. Big party on the house on that point, so I sure the poor little rich kids, got warm and fuzzy soon.

Jackasses...