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On 4 Apr 2006 15:49:20 -0700, "Joe" wrote:

What if he keeps vectoring in on you?
Then what?

Joe


get the cover off the deck gun.

Frank

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"Maynard G. Krebbs" wrote in message
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On 4 Apr 2006 15:49:20 -0700, "Joe" wrote:

What if he keeps vectoring in on you?
Then what?

Joe

Then I'd load up a bunch of exploding 12ga slugs the old buffler
hunter way. Drill out the end of the slug and insert a .22cal rimfire
blank in the hole.
Mark E. Williams

What one needs for repelling pirates are something like the "big guns" that
hunters used to use to hunt waterfowl on the Chesapeake about 150 years ago.
One shot might convince the pirates it's not worth the risk. One shot used
to kill between 50 and 100 ducks or geese.

Max

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"Maxprop" wrote in

Then I'd load up a bunch of exploding 12ga slugs the old
buffler
hunter way. Drill out the end of the slug and insert a
..22cal rimfire
blank in the hole.
Mark E. Williams

What one needs for repelling pirates are something like
the "big guns" that
hunters used to use to hunt waterfowl on the Chesapeake
about 150 years ago.
One shot might convince the pirates it's not worth the
risk. One shot used
to kill between 50 and 100 ducks or geese.


They have some of those ''big guns'' on display at the
Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum, in St. Michaels MD, which I
sail down to occasionally. Impressive guns.

Scotty

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Not a bad ideal Peter

Here are the logs of the sailboat that meet this fishing boat in the
middle of the ocean.

These guys have the best pictures I've seen on any crusing log.

http://sailwhisper.com/logs/news_20040415.html

Oh and better pictures of the ship.

Myself Id would lock and load... hope for the best.... and expect the
worst.

Joe

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While in no way similar to this situation (middle of nowhere), I did have
something vaguely simlar happen while in Belize. We pulled into a very small
cove anchorage. After sitting at anchor for 1/2 day or so, a local fishing
boat sailed in and dropped the hook about 100 yard from us. There must have
been at least a dozen young black men on the boat. Almost immediately, a few
of them got into their skiff, fired up a rather large outboard and slowly
motored over to us. I guess my and other's first reaction was a bit of
paranoia, although we had not heard of any problems with tourists being
assaulted. Having lived in a couple of major US cities, I don't think our
thoughts were that strange. However, we just waited for them to come over.
Not much we could do either way, so we figured that we'd just be polite and
go with the flow so to speak.

So, they finally get over to us.. sure did take their time about it.. we
wave, but they don't wave back and they're not smiling. Anyway, as they pull
up next to the cat, I ask them how they're doing, and one of the younger
ones says fine, but can they ask us a favor. I say sure. They really want to
know if we have any spare books and/or cans of soda. Turns out one of the
women has one of those romance bodice-ripper novels. She hands it over, and
we give them a couple of six packs of soda, since we're fully into drinking
only beer at this point (and can feel the urge for stronger drink overtaking
us).

About an hour after they get back to their boat, we can hear one of them
reading the book aloud to the others.
The next day they came back to say thank you. We gave them some candy, and
they offered to take us to watch them pull their traps out of the ocean. We
spent several hours with them, motoring around from fishing trap to fishing
trap, had a nice picnic on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere, and then
we got a tour of their "camp," which had a wall make up of hundreds of conch
shells.

--
"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com

"Joe" wrote in message
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Not a bad ideal Peter

Here are the logs of the sailboat that meet this fishing boat in the
middle of the ocean.

These guys have the best pictures I've seen on any crusing log.

http://sailwhisper.com/logs/news_20040415.html

Oh and better pictures of the ship.

Myself Id would lock and load... hope for the best.... and expect the
worst.

Joe

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"Joe" wrote:
You are sailing along in the middle of the ocean or a
couple hundred
miles off shore and this guy comes up on you?

http://sailwhisper.com/logs/images_2...pApproachs.jpg


What would you do?

Give them a couple of gallons of paint.

Seahag

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Oops...

S

"Peter Wiley" wrote in message
. ..
In article
.com,
Joe
wrote:

You are sailing along in the middle of the ocean or a
couple hundred
miles off shore and this guy comes up on you?

http://sailwhisper.com/logs/images_2...pApproachs.jpg


What would you do?

Offer to sell them some paint.

Looks like a fishing boat that works out of Hobart. Same
amount of rust
etc anyway.

PDW

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Not even that long ago in UK. I once knew an old guy who used to use one in
the 1920's and early 1930's. I saw his gun when I was young but cannot
remember the bore but it was at least 2" and carried a heavy charge of
shot. It was mounted more or less horizontally along the foredeck of a low
lying wooden canoe type boat known as a 'duck punt', always painted grey to
be less visible at night.. You loaded up and, lying flat in the punt, you
stealthily paddled yourself with your hands up to the mudflats where the
ducks were sleeping on the water. You aimed the punt, not the gun, and like
you said you only got one chance because there was no way of reloading. Not
sure of this, but I think you held your fire until they heard you and were
just lifting off.
If you made a noise you might get nothing but if all went according to plan
50/100 bag would not be unusual. Gun was fixed to the punt and the recoil
sent the whole lot backward. Not very sporting, but mighty effective.

"Maxprop" wrote in message
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ms

What one needs for repelling pirates are something like the "big guns"
that
hunters used to use to hunt waterfowl on the Chesapeake about 150 years
ago.
One shot might convince the pirates it's not worth the risk. One shot
used
to kill between 50 and 100 ducks or geese.

Max

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"Edgar" wrote in message
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Not even that long ago in UK. I once knew an old guy who used to use one
in
the 1920's and early 1930's. I saw his gun when I was young but cannot
remember the bore but it was at least 2" and carried a heavy charge of
shot. It was mounted more or less horizontally along the foredeck of a
low
lying wooden canoe type boat known as a 'duck punt', always painted grey
to
be less visible at night.. You loaded up and, lying flat in the punt, you
stealthily paddled yourself with your hands up to the mudflats where the
ducks were sleeping on the water. You aimed the punt, not the gun, and
like
you said you only got one chance because there was no way of reloading.
Not
sure of this, but I think you held your fire until they heard you and were
just lifting off.
If you made a noise you might get nothing but if all went according to
plan
50/100 bag would not be unusual. Gun was fixed to the punt and the recoil
sent the whole lot backward. Not very sporting, but mighty effective.

Your assessment is right on. When the gendarmes began to confiscate the big
guns, some of the hunters would rather die than surrender them. They fought
to keep them, and some did go to jail. Oddly enough, no one seemed to care
if fish were netted by the hundreds, but to shoot waterfowl in that quantity
was a crime.

Another aside: the Chesapeake Bay Retriever was a prized possession of such
hunters. A pair of those dogs could round up one hundred geese or ducks
within an hour or so. Pretty amazing considering that a human would drown
from exhaustion swimming that much.

Max

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"Capt. JG" wrote in message
...
While in no way similar to this situation (middle of nowhere), I did have
something vaguely simlar happen while in Belize. We pulled into a very
small cove anchorage. After sitting at anchor for 1/2 day or so, a local
fishing boat sailed in and dropped the hook about 100 yard from us. There
must have been at least a dozen young black men on the boat. Almost
immediately, a few of them got into their skiff, fired up a rather large
outboard and slowly motored over to us. I guess my and other's first
reaction was a bit of paranoia, although we had not heard of any problems
with tourists being assaulted. Having lived in a couple of major US
cities, I don't think our thoughts were that strange. However, we just
waited for them to come over. Not much we could do either way, so we
figured that we'd just be polite and go with the flow so to speak.

So, they finally get over to us.. sure did take their time about it.. we
wave, but they don't wave back and they're not smiling. Anyway, as they
pull up next to the cat, I ask them how they're doing, and one of the
younger ones says fine, but can they ask us a favor. I say sure. They
really want to know if we have any spare books and/or cans of soda. Turns
out one of the women has one of those romance bodice-ripper novels. She
hands it over, and we give them a couple of six packs of soda, since we're
fully into drinking only beer at this point (and can feel the urge for
stronger drink overtaking us).

About an hour after they get back to their boat, we can hear one of them
reading the book aloud to the others.
The next day they came back to say thank you. We gave them some candy, and
they offered to take us to watch them pull their traps out of the ocean.
We spent several hours with them, motoring around from fishing trap to
fishing trap, had a nice picnic on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere,
and then we got a tour of their "camp," which had a wall make up of
hundreds of conch shells.

Shoulda shot the *******s when ya had the chance.

Max