SW WIND 10 TO 15 KT. WIND WAVES 2 FT. W SWELL 12 FT AT 11 SECONDS.
Been working on a Loteria style set based on Ocean-related imagery...
So here's one of the preliminary cards "The Waterspout"...
Never seen a waterspout up close and personal...
I've seen them from a distance and suppose that's for the best...
I lived briefly in the Midwest and endured a few tornado warnings...
I'd hate to have one touch down in the lineup.
This comment from an anon reader was so good I had to post it...Mr. Anon, if you want to e-mail me at
surfinoregon@gmail.com I'd love to hear more stories of fishing (or surfing) off the Oregon coast...Doc
One early July morning back in the early 1980s I was alone about six or seven miles west of Cape Falcon..trolling for salmon, I had drifted the previous evening instead of running all the way into the cove to anchor. Up at daybreak, my drifting had set me further offshore than I wanted to be, so I pointed her due east and put my gear down..it was a strange morning-relatively calm sea, but a strange, though slight wind from the west southwest....I was in the stern turning the gear over when all of a sudden the air turned real cold and I was being pelted with horziontal rain..looking up from my work the next thing I noticed was the boat was in a hard turn to port and was going to jack knife the gear if I didnt haul ass for the wheel house to disengage the auto pilot and straighten her out. So, that is what I did and while looking out the house windows, I saw the funnel go ahead of me. It had released me and continued on it's way. It was only probably 100 fet or so high, but I remembered being impressed with it's power. It takes a lot of strength to turn a forty foot troller that has the pilot engaged, but that little waterspout did it with ease. Never saw another one while out during all my fishing years, but have seen a few, bigger than the one that caught me, from the beach.
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One early July morning back in the early 1980s I was alone about six or seven miles west of Cape Falcon..trolling for salmon, I had drifted the previous evening instead of running all the way into the cove to anchor. Up at daybreak, my drifting had set me further offshore than I wanted to be, so I pointed her due east and put my gear down..it was a strange morning-relatively calm sea, but a strange, though slight wind from the west southwest....I was in the stern turning the gear over when all of a sudden the air turned real cold and I was being pelted with horziontal rain..looking up from my work the next thing I noticed was the boat was in a hard turn to port and was going to jack knife the gear if I didnt haul ass for the wheel house to disengage the auto pilot and straighten her out. So, that is what I did and while looking out the house windows, I saw the funnel go ahead of me. It had released me and continued on it's way. It was only probably 100 fet or so high, but I remembered being impressed with it's power. It takes a lot of strength to turn a forty foot troller that has the pilot engaged, but that little waterspout did it with ease. Never saw another one while out during all my fishing years, but have seen a few, bigger than the one that caught me, from the beach.
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