The local lake I bring my wife to has water that is on average 5 or 6 feet deep and no deeper than 10 or so. We would never be out without life jackets because we are massive wimps. Lake Michigan seems horrifying to me. It’s like being on an ocean. Good thing you made it out, but I’m sure you never forgot to wear them again.
Story line #1 entitled “Hold My Beer…”
I miss datakoll! That was some intersting advice and threads! My bad advice is simple, just wear the damn pfd! Shuttle driver today told me cpr was administered successfully on the mulberry yesterday.
If you really are an expert you already wear it and do it with fidelity. You’ve been around the water enough to know a lot of stuff happens. I’m just a horrible guy and thats okay. Ive seen a lot of crazy shit on both flat and whitewater. I just get tired of the bodies.
@tdaniel there is a topic I prefer not to discuss on this venue that involves learning a specific skill that could have legal and life altering implications for the person as well as the public. Most people reject unsolicited opinions and many reject advice when they ask for it. That’s Ok! Each of us make life impacting decisions daily. Some are sound while other might be unsound. Cigarettes, alcohol, sugar/sugar free, fatty food, paddles that warn people living in Califormia they might get cancer if they use this paddle.
The most important thing we can do is pass on our genetic code. Once we do that and our offspring is grown, we can cross the street without looking or sit under a tree in a lightning storm. Our job is done, and it doesn’t matter how much longer we’re here.
It’s everyones choice whether we take safety precautions or taunt the three fates by living on the edge. That’s everyones prerogative. I worked 39 years and want to collect a pension for at least an equal amount of time. The annuity provider sends literature on the horrors of people floating aimlessly in a PFD. I throw that stuff in the trash; I think they want me to cash in my chips. I even installed a seat belt on my rocking chair. Sometimes I forget to unbuckle and tumble in a heap, but I’m still collecting. Sometimes I get the urge to rock back on a stationary chair, but no white water.