I looked in the binoculars at the fast moving boat a few miles away. Looks like law enforcement, I thought. A few moments later, it turned towards me, quickly closed the three-mile distance, and pulled alongside. No flashing lights and no response to my hails on VHF 16, but I pulled the throttle back to neutral and coasted to a stop anyway.
|Coming for me?|
"How are you?" asked the Sheriff.
"I'm great, beautiful day on the water, and you?" I asked.
"Where are you coming from and heading to?"
"Shallow Bay on Sucia Island, heading for Spencer Spit." I responded.
"Are you alone on the boat,"
"Yes" I responded.
"We're going to come aboard for a safety check..."
I'd last been boarded in September 2014 near Jones Island, that time by the U.S. Coast Guard. Three officers had come aboard (wearing helmets and sidearms) and spent about 45 minutes "checking safety gear," or more probably, trying to find any inconsistencies in my story. I passed.
|Boarded by the USCG, September 2014|
This time just one officer, Zach, came aboard, and he wasn't even wearing a helmet! I guess chasing down 8-knot boats isn't that intense. The Sheriff's checklist was shorter but slightly different than the USCG's. The Sheriff wanted to see my Washington State Boater Education Card (not my USCG captains license) and my carbon monoxide warning sticker (WA requirement). The Coast Guard wanted to see my garbage placard and be sure the waste seacock was closed.
Zach's safety check was quick and professional; I was on my way after about 10 minutes with my clean record intact.
|Note the "Courtesy Inspection" box is checked...they were courteous, yes, but the inspection|
Weirder, though, was the volume of law enforcement observed the rest of the day. I spotted boats from USCG, Canadian Navy, San Juan County Sheriff, and WDFW and helicopters from USCG, US Navy, and one other agency. Quite the show of force!