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From Saga of the sailing Hillbillies, 1st Edition

Sun, pristine beaches, palm trees, quiet anchorages, great snorkeling, fresh fish, and freedom from the rat race. What person has not fantasized about the challenge of sailing a boat to islands of paradise. Floyd and Elaine Tapp had read their “how to” books and thought they were prepared for the challenge. What should have been a nice cruise across the Florida Panhandle after purchasing their dreamboat turned into a demented struggle to survive. From the ridiculous situation on the night of the closing at Shell Point, FL to the miracle Floyd pulled surfing their sailboat in near hurricane conditions over a shallow sand bar on the third try to get in the anchorage at Destin, FL. Floyd became some kind of hero to the local fishermen and sailors. At the local pub one fisherman noticed Floyd’s accent and asked where he was from. The answer Kentucky made Floyd and Elaine the Sailing Hillbillies forever.) During their stay at Destin, he had a hard time paying for a beer at the local fishermen hangout. The bartender even served him free raw oysters during happy hour.
Floyd was proud of his achievements in the face of danger. Floyd’s “type a” personality and “learn-as-you-go” attitude had him learning from his mistakes at a phenomenal rate. He felt his ingenuity and perseverance had saved the day numerous times the next few years. Elaine was convinced it was not Floyd but the “power of prayer” and the hands of Jesus that enabled them to survive. She believed she truly has witnessed miracles.
The 2nd Edition adds 3 more chapters of misadventures where Floyd grabbed the bull by the horns and saved the day in each one. As of the day I wrote this, there were four collectors with their new or like new copies of the 1st Edition priced for over $900 on Amazon. Sounds crazy to me but I know nothing about collecting books. For More Saga of The Sailing Hillbillies….

The Fog from Hell

2nd Edition

A quote from “The Fog from Hell” chapter

A very serious problem developed. The worse fog ever came rolling in on us. The fog was like it was from a Stephen King novel, scary. The fog kept getting thicker. It became so thick we could barely see the mast just in front of the dodger windshield. The radar screen turned solid white. I tried different settings and nothing changed. We were motoring blind. The chart plotter showed we were about 5 miles from entering the pass to our anchorage. It was getting dark. I could not believe our radar failed on us. Chart plotters can be off sometimes. Radars usually show the big steel buoys with flashing lights. Stay between the buoys and you are usually safe. I took the radar off the big screen so the chart plotter would give us a better feeling where the buoys were. We entered the pass and the little boat on the screen started jumping around. Our safety depended on the chart plotter. There was so much moisture in the air my glasses fogged up as quick as I could wipe them. Water was running off the bill on my cap like a water fall and we were under the bimini. In our 35,000 miles of cruising we have been in fog but never like this. The chart plotter showed we were in the middle of the channel but we were not. We both had a bad case of the shakes and then things really went crazy. For More….