Let's keep on on subject please.
Fixed it for you:
Originally Posted by coastie56
I was a Bosun on the 110' ft harbor tug Raritan. After we steamed into Lake Superior to search for survivors of the Edmund Fitzgerald we assumed our winter ice breaking duties out of the Soo Locks. I was surprised when we were sent even farther North to look for some Canadian Indian fisherman who had lost their rudder and were stranded in the pancake ice off the Canadian Shore. The winds were out of the Northwest and I remember taking the deck force out to chip ice off the port side with fire axes and buck knives! When we finally reached them they were huddled inside stripping the wood off the bulkheads and furnishings into the little pot bellied stove for warmth. The two fat ones were looking funny at the one skinny guy who was majorly pissed at his shipmates who reportedly were talking about eating him! They were too weak and cold to line handle so I had to put on a wetsuit OVER MY BLUE CHAPSand crawl through the slush and brash ice to pass the towing howser and tie on LMFAO! I was so cold it took a week for "Mr Happy" to recover from the shrinkage! Walked from the docks to the local bar to recover with shots of peppermint schnaps and "Old Milwaukee" chasers, antifreeze in a glass! Back then ships were made of wood and men were made of steel!
I was on a similar ship, the Tamaroa 110 foot "tug" out of Governers Island, however we called ours a "Sea Tug".
We lost our anchor one night, the captain who I think liked to wear blue chaps in his private quarters
had everyone on deck with our little battery powered flashlights looking for the anchor buoy (to supplement the high powered search beacon).