I have had so many experiences with lightning near misses over the years,
boat and otherwise, that I am positive that is how I am going to end it
all....
and if you read all the stuff out there, there is really no way you're going
to protect something that waves a giant metal or wood stick in the air
screaming "Hit me"...Yacht-L has had some really long winded discussions on
the subject that cover everything from "cones of disruption" to sticking a
lightning rod up there....go to their archives and have fun reading 10 years
of ongoing banter....
"Scout" wrote in message
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How many folks have lightning "proofed" their boat?
Did you make your own modifications or buy a package? What systems are
better than others?
Have you ever been hit?
Scout

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

"katysails" wrote
I have had so many experiences with lightning near misses over the years,
boat and otherwise, that I am positive that is how I am going to end it
all....

Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

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It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. I was an 18 year old tough guy
working a summer job to make some book money for college. I was working the
7AM-3PM shift at a factory called Strick Trailer. An August storm, born of
high heat and humidity, was upon us. A co-worker had ridden his Harley
motorcycle to the factory that morning, but his wife, concerned for his
safety, had driven the 60 miles from their home at the Jersey Shore to pick
up him and his bike with their truck.
Ah, irony. At 3:05, as we ran to our cars to avoid the drenching, I saw him
loading his bike on the truck, when a flash was seen and a boom was heard,
so loud that all the War Vets instinctively dropped to the asphalt. It took
a second or two before I heard the screams of his wife. I ran over to the
truck to help, as did a few others.
I'm no doctor, but this man was dead dead dead. His eyes looked like big
fried eggs. He smelled like a cross between burning chemicals and roast
beef. His hair and his clothes were smoking. His bike was charred, as was
the back of his truck.
The ambulance showed up and took him away. I made my way across Rt 1 to a
go-go bar known for serving minors. I drank heavily and played pool, vaguely
aware that naked girls were smiling at me for dollars. I looked at their
bare breasts and saw only his big fried egg eyes. Somehow I got home, puked
in the driveway, slept out back in a lawn chair and woke up in time for work
the next morning.
Scout

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Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

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Ah well, I did ask.

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It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. snip

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"Scout" wrote:
It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. ...

How awful.

Seahag

Well, that was truly gross.....was your psyche affected forever? And Mr.
Sails wants to know "Where is this bar?"

"Scout" wrote in message
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It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. I was an 18 year old tough guy
working a summer job to make some book money for college. I was working
the
7AM-3PM shift at a factory called Strick Trailer. An August storm, born of
high heat and humidity, was upon us. A co-worker had ridden his Harley
motorcycle to the factory that morning, but his wife, concerned for his
safety, had driven the 60 miles from their home at the Jersey Shore to
pick
up him and his bike with their truck.
Ah, irony. At 3:05, as we ran to our cars to avoid the drenching, I saw
him
loading his bike on the truck, when a flash was seen and a boom was heard,
so loud that all the War Vets instinctively dropped to the asphalt. It
took
a second or two before I heard the screams of his wife. I ran over to the
truck to help, as did a few others.
I'm no doctor, but this man was dead dead dead. His eyes looked like big
fried eggs. He smelled like a cross between burning chemicals and roast
beef. His hair and his clothes were smoking. His bike was charred, as was
the back of his truck.
The ambulance showed up and took him away. I made my way across Rt 1 to a
go-go bar known for serving minors. I drank heavily and played pool,
vaguely
aware that naked girls were smiling at me for dollars. I looked at their
bare breasts and saw only his big fried egg eyes. Somehow I got home,
puked
in the driveway, slept out back in a lawn chair and woke up in time for
work
the next morning.
Scout

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...
Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

All right, I'll bite. Who was it, where, when, how, aftermath,
who cleaned up? SPare us none of the crusty crispy details.
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The doc said I'm fine except for the fact that I tend to want to talk about
lightning a lot, which can really **** off a lot of people.
The bar is still open for business, although they have new girls there now -
it's called The Red Raven and it's on Rt 1 in Fairless Hills.
Scout

"katysails" wrote in message
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Well, that was truly gross.....was your psyche affected forever? And Mr.
Sails wants to know "Where is this bar?"

"Scout" wrote in message
...
It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. I was an 18 year old tough guy
working a summer job to make some book money for college. I was working
the
7AM-3PM shift at a factory called Strick Trailer. An August storm, born
of
high heat and humidity, was upon us. A co-worker had ridden his Harley
motorcycle to the factory that morning, but his wife, concerned for his
safety, had driven the 60 miles from their home at the Jersey Shore to
pick
up him and his bike with their truck.
Ah, irony. At 3:05, as we ran to our cars to avoid the drenching, I saw
him
loading his bike on the truck, when a flash was seen and a boom was
heard,
so loud that all the War Vets instinctively dropped to the asphalt. It
took
a second or two before I heard the screams of his wife. I ran over to
the
truck to help, as did a few others.
I'm no doctor, but this man was dead dead dead. His eyes looked like big
fried eggs. He smelled like a cross between burning chemicals and roast
beef. His hair and his clothes were smoking. His bike was charred, as
was
the back of his truck.
The ambulance showed up and took him away. I made my way across Rt 1 to
a
go-go bar known for serving minors. I drank heavily and played pool,
vaguely
aware that naked girls were smiling at me for dollars. I looked at their
bare breasts and saw only his big fried egg eyes. Somehow I got home,
puked
in the driveway, slept out back in a lawn chair and woke up in time for
work
the next morning.
Scout

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...
Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

All right, I'll bite. Who was it, where, when, how, aftermath,
who cleaned up? SPare us none of the crusty crispy details.
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I'll be sure not to tell him...he was reading over my shoulder and has now
left to go pound on rocks in the backyard (at least, that's what it sounds
like he's doing...) I give him these little projects so he'll stay
happy...Busy hands are happy hands, you know....

"Scout" wrote in message
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The doc said I'm fine except for the fact that I tend to want to talk
about
lightning a lot, which can really **** off a lot of people.
The bar is still open for business, although they have new girls there
now -
it's called The Red Raven and it's on Rt 1 in Fairless Hills.
Scout

"katysails" wrote in message
...
Well, that was truly gross.....was your psyche affected forever? And
Mr.
Sails wants to know "Where is this bar?"

"Scout" wrote in message
...
It was 30 years ago, almost to the day. I was an 18 year old tough guy
working a summer job to make some book money for college. I was
working
the
7AM-3PM shift at a factory called Strick Trailer. An August storm,
born
of
high heat and humidity, was upon us. A co-worker had ridden his
Harley
motorcycle to the factory that morning, but his wife, concerned for
his
safety, had driven the 60 miles from their home at the Jersey Shore to
pick
up him and his bike with their truck.
Ah, irony. At 3:05, as we ran to our cars to avoid the drenching, I
saw
him
loading his bike on the truck, when a flash was seen and a boom was
heard,
so loud that all the War Vets instinctively dropped to the asphalt. It
took
a second or two before I heard the screams of his wife. I ran over to
the
truck to help, as did a few others.
I'm no doctor, but this man was dead dead dead. His eyes looked like
big
fried eggs. He smelled like a cross between burning chemicals and
roast
beef. His hair and his clothes were smoking. His bike was charred, as
was
the back of his truck.
The ambulance showed up and took him away. I made my way across Rt 1
to
a
go-go bar known for serving minors. I drank heavily and played pool,
vaguely
aware that naked girls were smiling at me for dollars. I looked at
their
bare breasts and saw only his big fried egg eyes. Somehow I got home,
puked
in the driveway, slept out back in a lawn chair and woke up in time
for
work
the next morning.
Scout

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...
Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

All right, I'll bite. Who was it, where, when, how, aftermath,
who cleaned up? SPare us none of the crusty crispy details.
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The horse down the street disintegrated and all that was left were his shoes
and the molten bits left of his halter...and a big greasy stinky black char
mark...


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Scout wrote:

well, from what I've seen, it's ugly but quick.
Scout

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