there we were, an early spring day, overcast, breezy and cold. Circa late 1980's. Smallwood Park on the Potomac.
Middle of the week day, not too many other boats out at all.
Water temps in the low 50's, air wasn't much better.
Day started out Ok, caught a 2 lber on the second or third cast right at the docks, I remember it well, it had an antenna & a small transmitter pack on it's back. Never seen nothin like it.
Headed down to Mallows bay, fished way in the back, around noon decided to head up into the Ocoquan looking for some clearer water. Made it up to Ocoquan, but noticed that the wind had picked up a notch or two and was now blowin down the river at a good 10-12 mph producing conservative 2 & 3 footers. At that point we should have bagged it & just headed back to smallwood.
Fished Ocoquan for about 2 hours, we headed out the mouth of the creek to head home & couldn't believe what we saw, to say it was rough out there was an understatement. We were in my partners 20' Stratos tunnel with a Mariner 220 on the back.
We looked at each other and said lets go for it. The ramp at smallwood was still on the other side of the river, across 3 miles of open water. As we were headed out the mouth , we saw another bass boat floundering in the shallows, she had the bow way up in the air, it looked like they had swamped. They were signaling us to come around and give aid. By that time we were into the thick of it & just couldn't turn around, or we would be in even worse danger. They weren't in a life threatening situation, where they were, they could have just jumped out & stood up. We were the ones who actually needed help.
The wind was coming down the river & the tide was coming up, it was producing confused seas, we'd get into areas of 4 to 5 foot rollers which we could quarter into, but there were times when the wind / tide was just making large standing waves. Halfway across, there was about a 6" of water in the boat, both bilge pumps were working, but couldn't keep up. Visibility dropped way down due to the size of the troughs we were in & the wind was knockin the tops of the waves off & blowin it.
At that point, I started visualizing how we were going to die, I knew that in low 50 degree water, we wouldn't last long hanging onto an overturned hull. It was late in the day, there was no boats out there except us.If we did capsize, we were on our own. If I'd had a VHF, I would have been poundin Ch. 16. But we didn't. This was also pre cell phone days.
Somehow that Stratos kept pluggin, at one point my partner told me to get the VCR out, he wanted to make a message to his wife & girls. We finally made it about 2/3 the way across and saw we may have a chance to come out of this alive. When we finally limped back into Smallwood, we were the only truck in the lot, they had a small craft warning flag on the building, it looked like it had taken a dose of !
We were wet, cold, but alive.
We came very close to dying that day. We should have just stayed on the other side of the river, got a taxi around or slept under a bridge, anything except what we did.
Things I learned that day
Never, ever go out without a VHF, preferably handheld & floatable. Never underestimate rough seas , no matter what size boat you're in, let someone know where you're at if possible. And it's never worth putting yourself in a compromising situation to find some clearer water, warmer water or bigger fish. Also, when we got to a payphone we called the cops and told them we saw a boat in distress & gave the location.
It's been many years, I still shake when I talk about it in depth.