What Used to Be Called a ‘Ripping Yarn’
By Bill Marsano. Keenan Wynn was a noted character (active 1940s-1980s) and a motorcycle enthusiast, and in regard to the latter I once got from him a valuable piece of advice: “When you think you can ride it, sell it.” Which is one way of saying never take your skill for granted.” That is exactly John Aldridge where comes in. A long-time lobsterman with years of success and experience in his trade, he thought he knew what he was about when he grabbed a box hook to shift two heavy coolers full of ice on deck. He bent his knees, leaned back and pulled hard. He took it for granted that he knew what he was doing. But not for long: “I knew as I pulled on the handle that it would be a disaster. There was no surprise when it broke, just an endless, slow-motion recognition that I had put myself into a situation I will not get out of.” Thus begins this thrilling and heart-lifting tale of courage, of imagination; of hard work and dedication. Do not miss it. After Aldridge fell from the stern, boat, chugged away on autopilot, leaving him alone, a speck in the sea. After an initial wave of panic, Aldridge decided to stop being stupid. He decided he would live, and he took a series of brilliant and difficult steps toward a nearly impossible goal: staying alive long enough for someone to find him. Realizing that his seaboots would fill with water and drown him, he a) shucked them off and b) emptied and inverted them so that, full of air, they would serve as a makeshift floatation device. Using his knowledge of local currents and other lobstermen’s traplines, he guesstimated his position and fought his way toward buoys that could keep him afloat and help him be found—even if only as a corpse that his family could bury. When his co-captain and longtime pal Anthony Sosinski realized Aldridge was missing, he called for help immediately. Rescuers faced a critical problem. Aldridge had fallen overboard somewhere during the last nine hours, making the search are almost unbelievably large. Anyone who’s read ‘The Perfect Storm’ or Linda Greenlaw’s books on the swordfishing trade knows fishing towns are dense webs of incredibly close relationships; to say everybody knows everybody else’s business is almost an understatement. And so the town of Montauk on Long Island Sound, population 3,326, was stunned when the news hit—and soon electric with activity. More than twenty local boats quickly joined the search—lobsterboats, fishing boats, even whale-watching boats willing sacrificed a day’s earning to help. (Some whale-watchers, already at sea, simply turned back and put their guests ashore.) The Coast Guard marshaled its cutters and helicopters, and made a brilliant tactical decision. Knowing that a flotilla of local boats, their crews inexperienced in search operations, might actually produce confusion and error, the CG put the local fleet under the command of Sosinski, who organized them into a coherent search pattern. He did one other thing: intimately aware of Aldridge’s work routine, the various chores he had to do and when he might do them, Sosinski was able to work up a good estimate of when Aldridge had fall into the sea, thus dramatically shrinking the search area and concentrating its forces. I said above that Aldridge had been stupid. I stand by that and think he would agree. He was aware that two lobstermen had been lost at sea only a few months earlier, their bodies never recovered; aware that OSHA ranks commercial fishing as one of the most hazardous of all occupations; that its fatality was stunningly higher than the national average, yet he went on deck at night and alone, not waking his relief, and with absolutely no safety equipment, not even a basic life vest. The Coast Guard count for a lot in the tale., and it gets due credit. Many pleasure boaters show contempt for the CG, considering it a bunch of meddler and killjoys who pull them over because their boats are overloaded or poorly maintained or lacking life preservers, or because the boaters themselves are loaded. Just remember that these guys are a lot like your local firemen: they’ll risk their lives to save yours.—Bill Marsano has sailed in small boats and paddled kayaks long enough to know that he doesn’t know enough.