If you are like me, a magnificent story bears repeating every now and then. Here’s one I’ve shared many years ago, and if you read it back then, you may enjoy it again. If you’ve never read it, enjoy.
I’ve a whale of a tale to tell you and it’s all true I swear by my tattoo. Well, I don’t have a tatt and the story may be embellished ever so slightly, but it is still a whale of a tale worthy of telling. So, turn a barrel on end for a seat, grab your mug o’ grog and listen up, mateys.
It was a bone-chilling cold dawn on the Santa Barbara Channel, with wispy tendrils of fog limiting visibility over a smooth sea. Barnacle Bill (a name I’ll call my friend to protect his sometimes-questionable storytelling integrity) was nearing Santa Rosa Island in his small fast boat to pursue his livelihood.
Barnacle Bill is one of our fabled commercial divers. A right fine feller with a penchant for spinning a yarn, as you shall see.
Based on his precise dead-reckoning (and a glance at his modern GPS chartplotter), Bill knew he was nearing the island, so he began keeping a sharper watch ahead. Sure enough, he spotted something off his starboard bow. It looked to be branches sticking well up out of the water.
That seemed odd since there had been little rain of late to wash parts of trees or bushes down off the island. Then he noticed that the branches were moving and bobbing, which set him to scratching his stubbly chin and wondering.
Curiosity got the best of Bill (it always does; he can’t help himself) and he deftly altered course to intercept the wobbling branches. Wispy fog affected his depth perception, and he had farther to travel than it first appeared.
But as he approached those branches sticking up out of the water, they looked to grow bigger and thicker. And yes, he was sure they kept moving and bobbing.
When within 20 yards, he finally got a good look. Bill gasped, rubbed his eyes with both fists and looked again. Sure enough, it was a huge bull elk swimming strongly toward the island.
Fortunately, Bill knew better than to mess with that powerful animal, and there was no doubt it would make the island, so Bill just motored away slowly, questioning his own eyes and swearing off strong spirits for the rest of his natural born days.
I was proud of Bill for that momentous and wise decision, which lasted for several days, by the way.
Turns out ol’ Barnacle Bill wasn’t looney tunes after all (a point that could still be argued). There was an effort to relocate some of the elk from Santa Rosa Island to someplace in the northern plains states, and a report from the night before claimed a big bull had busted loose and jumped ship several miles off the island in the hours before dawn.
So, raise your mug of grog in salute to Barnacle Bill, who’s integrity narrowly escaped another fight with fate. Good on you, Bill … another fine yarn you’ve spun.
— Capt. David Bacon operates WaveWalker Charters and is president of SOFTIN Inc., a nonprofit organization providing seafaring opportunities for those in need. Visit softininc.blogspot.com to learn more about the organization and how you can help. Click here to read previous columns. The opinions expressed are his own.
