never, ever turn your back on the ocean…
one of our local beaches has a dory crew that beach launch their 20’ to 24’ flat bottoms, punch on out. On their return, they blast their air horns to alert everyone their coming (at least the responsible ones do), and about 25 yards or so from the beach time it so they can pin the throttle and ride on the back of a breaking wave right onto the beach, sliding a good 20’ or so before coming to a stop
Some years back, I’m just coming out of the water from surfing the cove, pulling my wetsuit down, watching the waves, notice this really large couple, both 300#, finish waddling down the beach with their young son, stocky little chubster maybe 4 or 5, drop onto their towel and start diving into the cooler they had lugged with them.
Watching the waves for a bit, notice a dory coming, hauling ass, sounding their alert horn. Look over to where it will likely land, maybe ten yards from me, and there is the little boy on hands and knees at the waters edge digging in the sand, parent’s up the beach munching away completely oblivious to what is about to go down.
So drop my board, hustle over, grab the kid, like picking up a sack of concrete, and get about 5 or 6 steps when said dory comes flying onto the beach exactly where the kid was sitting. Which is when the kids starts crying, I put him down, parents look up and see me standing next to their crying kid, and begin bellowing at the top of their lungs as they try to lumber up, screaming to leave their kid alone, being a pervert, are going to call the cops…blah, blah
which is when the furious boat owner, having realized what could have happened, jumps over the side of the now drydocked dory, stomps over to the parents and just starts ripping on them.
Which was my cue to make for the truck.