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Close Encounter of the Sea Kind—Up Close and Personal!

June 17, 2017 by Lynn Sholes 9 Comments

We had a lovely 4-day getaway with friends in a little Florida coastal town called, Steinhatchee (pronounced steenchatchee). We love being on the water and fishing, so we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Remember my motto—salt air cures everything!  I’d had a miserable sinus infection, and the salt air was just the thing (plus an antibiotic) to make me feel better. Good thing I didn’t know what was about to happen.

 

We have always had sport-fishing boats, but several years ago decided to purchase a pontoon boat because of all the grandkids. Even the very wee ones could nap on the bench seat. My husband and I never thought we’d like a pontoon boat, but we were wrong. It’s like fishing from your living room. And there is plenty of shade. It’s also harder for a kid to fall overboard. They can run around, flop on the deck, play a game, fish, or take a nappy. There is room for all of it.

So, last week my hubby and I were in Steinhatchee in the pontoon boat cruising out the channel at about 17 knots. I was chilling, stretched out with my head resting on the back of the seat—eyes closed.  Ah, salt air and sunshine. Then, wham! I thought one of the buckets aboard had been caught in the wind, flew up and hit me in the face. It smacked me hard! I sat up holding my face in my hands, and in the same instant, out the corner of my eye, glimpsed commotion on the deck. It was not a tumbling bucket. It was a floundering spotted eagle ray with a wingspan of about 3 feet. Its long tail thrashed and whipped. Yes, a stingray had leaped from the water, sailed over the front rail, landed on my face, and bounced off onto the deck. Apparently, they are known for jumping out of the water, but there are only 2 reported cases of jumping into boats, one of which killed a woman in the Florida Keys. Well, folks, now there are 3 reported cases. (check out this link  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spotted_eagle_ray ) I”m sure it has occurred more often but went unreported. Still, I’m fortunate and blessed I didn’t end up like the woman in the Keys! What an adventure. Now, I have something checked off on my bucket list that wasn’t even on the list.

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  1. Alexis says

    June 17, 2017 at 2:05 pm

    Wow! So glad you are ok!! That’s incredible!

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  2. Judith Peterson says

    June 17, 2017 at 4:22 pm

    Geez! I’m so glad you’re okay! How awful.

    Reply
  3. Bats says

    June 17, 2017 at 11:37 pm

    Holy WonderWoman….only you!

    Reply
  4. Nancy says

    June 18, 2017 at 1:15 pm

    Yikes!! Got to throw that into a story!!! Glad ur OK.

    Reply
    • Lynn Sholes says

      June 20, 2017 at 10:10 pm

      Hmm. Been thinking about that.

      Reply
  5. Nancy J. Cohen says

    June 20, 2017 at 7:08 pm

    That is a scary story. Glad you had no repercussions.

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    • Lynn Sholes says

      June 20, 2017 at 10:09 pm

      It was a little scary. Would have been worse if I had seen it coming!

      Reply
  6. Shirley Gehalo says

    June 21, 2017 at 12:42 pm

    Lynn, you are soo lucky

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    • Lynn Sholes says

      June 22, 2017 at 2:09 pm

      Yes, I know. Good thing he didn’t hit me from topside. I got his belly.

      Reply

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