I’m
still out there, in that dratted kayak, doing that kayak thing. Less
alone, however, as I’ve had four sessions with friends who came out
and practised rescues with me. It was great, and I am indebted to
these folk:
A who has been rescued more times in more different ways than
anyone should have to be;
D, who taught me a new skill (rotating my kayak around the
victims kayak instead of the other way around) and a nifty way for
smaller people to empty bigger kayaks;
P and A (again) who happily dunked themselves in the brown
but warm water of Tuross Lake multiple times to the amusement of the
cafe patrons;
Doug, with whom I can practice rescues very quickly one after
the other to groove the movement in at the end of a paddle day;
Finally, N who got a group together (A, again, Doug, C and N)
and ran me through a series of complicated scenarios. Special
thanks to C who allowed me to do a “hand of God”rescue on him.
PC: DB
The best practice, however was yesterday when we actually ended up
with a real scenario in real conditions having to solve real
problems. The crazy thing is, after months of carrying around a full
safety kit on every single paddle day I did, no matter how short and
easy, yesterday I pared my kit down. Isn’t that the way of it?
You carry a first aid kit for 300 days and on the 301st
day, you decide to leave the kit at home and find yourself with a
“situation” as one of my climbing buddies would say.
This is what I left at home, and yes, it sounds crazy now: marine
radio (I have literally never used this item), paddle float (also
never used in a real situation), spare paddle (used once in a real
situation), dry clothes in a dry bag (would not have been used). It
also turned out that I did not clip my tow rope onto my tow point
properly before leaving home. This has never happened before either!
Here’s what happened. We paddled out to Three Isle Point
(locally known as Yellow Rocks). We had a light headwind, as
expected, but easy conditions inside North Head and the swell was
small with a very short period. At Yellow Rocks, the conditions were
so good we paddled through both gauntlets: the very shallow one and
also the dog-leg gauntlet. It’s not that common to get through
these in such easy conditions. Over to North Head, the wind was
increasing and the sea state was building but not too bad. At North
Head, we paddled through another gauntlet and also into a gutter with
a sheltering reef either side of the opening to the gutter. By the
time we came out of there, the wind was 12 to 14 knots from the
northeast (as expected) and the sea was building.
We decided to go as far north as Oaky Beach. It’s often hard to
land at Oaky Beach as it has a really nasty dumping wave but we were
hopeful we could land on the main beach with the conditions we had.
It was heading north to Oaky Beach, that I noticed that our companion
(let’s call him Yeti to protect the innocent) was slowing down,
but, I did not put the puzzle together and realise that Yeti was
feeling really unstable in a kayak that he does not normally paddle.
Yeti's usual kayak is one of those big slabby stable kayaks that
require a nuclear bomb to capsize. The Sasquatch, that Yeti was paddling on
this day has notoriously poor primary stability and also a very small
amount of free-board. The deck is almost submerged as the kayak is
paddled and with any kind of sea state, the cockpit is completely
awash. It also turns out, that owing to removal of the skeg, the
kayak leaks water into the back hatch!
PC: DB
Nevertheless, we landed without incident at Oaky Beach – it was
a very easy landing and launch as the tide made a deep gutter in
front of the dumping wave and timing to get in and out was easy. We
mopped out Yeti's kayak and set off to return to Batemans Bay.
Doug and I had by now realised that we needed to keep a close eye on
Yeti so I said to Doug, "You go first and lead, we’ll put Yeti in the middle and I’ll come last." We were about two-thirds of the
way back to North Head when Yeti went over. He made a good effort
to roll but, as is often the case when we are a bit on edge, his head
came up first so he simply pulled the kayak back over. Despite
trying very hard, I had got a short distance ahead of Yeti so I
turned the kayak into the wind (around 15 to 17 knots) and paddled
back to rescue Yeti. Before turning, I called to Doug and he also
paddled back and along side me, in case he was needed. As I was
getting Yeti back into his kayak, Doug noticed something black
floating on the water and asked if we had lost anything. “Go take
a look,” I suggested as Yeti and I were in no danger. The black
thing turned out to be my tow line!

PC: DB
With Yeti back in his boat, we resumed the journey, Doug staying
right beside Yeti this time. We made it another 500 metres before,
close to North Head where the sea state is always more confused,
Yeti was over again. Doug and I were both close by, so I suggested
Doug rescue Yeti while I put a tow rope on as it was clear that the
solution to this problem was to have one paddler support Yeti and
the other paddler tow the two rafted paddlers into the calmer waters
of North Head bay. Doug has an annoying habit of keeping his tow
rope stowed away in his day hatch (behind his cockpit) and it takes
quite a time to retrieve so I thought I would tow, while Doug
rescued. Subsequently, I retrieved my tow line from Doug’s kayak
and said “I’ll put you on tow” while Doug began the process of
rescuing Yeti.
I hooked my tow line back onto my tow hook, and put the other end
on Doug’s boat (the Sasquatch was inaccessible as it was being
emptied of water) and began the somewhat laborious process of turning
my kayak into the wind which was now around 17 knots. With short
sweeps on the leeward side of my kayak, and forward movement, I got
turned into the wind and finally I felt the tug of the tow on my
kayak. Meanwhile, Doug had Yeti in his boat but there was still a
lot of water in Yeti's cockpit because the Sasquatch has so little
deck above waterline. Yeti made an attempt to pump the water out
with a hand pump but as much water came in as went out so the effort
to empty the kayak was eventually abandoned and the spray deck
reinstalled.
On my end, I thought I was making slow but steady progress moving
the two kayaks away from North Head reef and I was able to turn
slightly downwind which made progress easier. Doug, however, yelled
at me to stop towing as more and more water was pouring into Yeti's kayak as it turns out they had not yet put the spray deck back on.
It transpires that I was quicker at getting the tow deployed than
Doug was getting Yeti rescued. I stopped towing and endeavoured to
simply hold position, but then Doug realised that his paddle, which
had been floating beside his kayak on its leash had broken free.
This now is the situation: I’m out front with two boats on tow
to my kayak, Doug has no paddle, and Yeti is incredibly unstable.
I pulled the quick release on my tow and turned back to Doug and
Yeti. In a flash, Yeti was back in the water again while Doug
was paddling with his hands! Yeti tried several times to roll but
was unsuccessful and also tried to scramble on the back deck. The
Sasquatch, however, is a worthy adversary and any attempt to regain entry
to the cockpit via a back-deck scramble was destined for failure. I
kept a eye on Yeti while I quickly retrieved Doug’s spare paddle
(in his back hatch!) and Doug went off to retrieve his paddle, while
I began the process of rescuing Yeti again.
PC: DB
As I was sliding the Sasquatch alongside my kayak after emptying it
and preparatory to getting Yeti back in, Yeti, for some reason,
let go of my bow and lunged for the bow of the Sasquatch. In the wind,
two kayaks, one of which is empty are no match for a swimmer so we
were rapidly carried downwind away from Yeti. I clipped my extra
short tow (which I carry in a pocket on my PFD) onto the Sasquatch and
reaching over the Sasquatch and my deck at the same time, I contact towed
the two boats back to where Yeti was swimming towards us. Disaster
averted.
PC: DB
As if that was not enough, I note that Yeti's PFD has come
unzipped and he is zipping it up before climbing back in!
Apparently, the zip had pulled open during the previous rescue. I
can see that Doug has retrieved his paddle, so I call him to come and
help. He paddles over and stows away one paddle and pulls in the tow
rope which is floating in the water – one end attached to his
(Doug’s) bow. Doug quickly sorts out a tow and clips onto the
Sasquatch and with Yeti and I facing each other, Doug begins towing us
around the reef at North Head. I have clipped my kayak to Yet's Sasquatch with a short line but still have to work to keep the kayaks
from spreading apart.
Once around the reef at North Head, the conditions calm
immediately and we release the tow and all paddle into the beach.
All the gear is stowed back away, my tow rope firmly secured to its
tow hook, Doug’s spare paddle carefully stowed, the Sasquatch bailed out
again. We plan to paddle around Three Isle Point and assess the
situation again. If needed we can paddle west along the north shore
of Batemans Bay before crossing back to the south side and, worst
case scenario, one of us can drive a car over to Maloneys Beach to
pick up Yeti and the Sasquatch.
It is windy in the Bay, a perfect day for a downwinder, but
neither Doug nor I are confident getting too far from Yeti so we
only catch a few waves here and there. Yeti manages quite well as
the Sasquatch easily catches waves, without a skeg however, the stern
tends to slide out easily and Yeti weaves back and forth to our
home bay. An interesting day out and, as Yeti said later, “too
bad we didn’t have a Go Pro as you would have passed your
assessment.”