In the summer of 2010, we had a Hinkley from Bristol RI come thru the bank on auto pilot. I just got a funny feeling about this guy as he approached... Even though we had a kite up and all kind of baits out on balloons, I told my buddies I was going to move...To which they all said : " Nah..He's gonna vere off. Don't worry about it"
Needless to say the D-bag crashed right thru all the gear and took the kite with him. I know he had left the helm b/c I could see him climbing back to the wheel as he went past us. If I had not slowly tried to move away, he would have T-Boned me.
Now all the meat heads on the boat with me want to chase him down and throw sinkers at him even though he had a big lead on us...So we chased him, but ended up calling the CG.
When I followed up with the CG days later, they basically said they tried to hail him on the radio but he would not answer.
No #^&#^&#^&#^&, really? If he would not answer for us I was not surprised.
I had the impression when I radioed them that someone from the Newburyport station was going to intercept him as he looked like he was headed to NH or ME.
Do to the wonders of the internet, within an hour of getting home I was looking at a satelite image of the guys house. My bud who lost the gear wanted to take it from there, but he never folowed thru.
Anyway, good on ya for staying up the creeps ass and getting paid.
Peter