A bunch of my buds and I booked the Saturday morning Capt'n John's Stellwagon trip. I called friday afternoon while noticing NOAA was calling for 5-7' waves with 25-30 mph gusts. The lady said the captain heard of no such weather and the boat would be sailing at 6:00 am sharp so be early! I was there at 5:30, met my pals chatted with some guys from New Jersey, and held on to my hat to keep it from blowing off my head! We boarded and cast off the dock. Leaving Plymouth harbor was choppy, but as we aproached the Gurnett, it was down right rough, 6' slammers beating the metal hull, the Cap'n pushes on. About three miles past the Gurnett, an 8' wave stuffs the bow and floods the deck with blue water. The captian turns and returns to port. Refunds all our money, but what about the poor souls from jersey? They get screwed! The Idiots should've called it the night before, no need to waste everyones time. Just needed to vent.
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