he scrambled back to where i was, and got knocked off the boat by the sail he'd been adjusting , but not secured. it swung around and he looked like a projectile going over. i was stunned WHAT THE...?  he's yelling at me and i'm not quite hearing it, finally i got what he was saying .. just pull the rudder tight to the side and hang onto to it -  go in as tight of circle as possible and throw down the &%* life saver. the mouth of the umqua is very wide so it worked out.  he and i didn't. i refuse to clean a fish. if you want to eat it and me cook it - you clean it. i also do not bait hooks with worms. if clamming, i will babysit 200 kids while YOU go dig.. and i will make the chowder .. but YOU go dig.  all those things just creep me out. obviously i was not meant for coastal living.