OK.... I'm heading home to Gig Harbor from 4th of July fireworks in Commencement Bay with the wife and brother on my little Boston Whaler, its about 23:30. I turned off all my screens about 10 minutes out to get a better view of the mouth of the harbor because it was pretty busy, my night vision was dialed in. Then all of a sudden Mr. Yachty in the sixty footer off to my starboard beam fires up the 10 million candle power spot light... BLAM right in my face... Say goodbye to night vision! But it doesn't stop there! This menace to the seas starts scanning with his spot light, hitting me several times............Now I'm pissed!

I hailed him several times with no success (toss in a few bad words), but then I see a blurry blue light in the distance, I figure it's a GHPD, I hail PD and ask for assistance. PD fires up the dual 250 outboards, sirens whaling and stops Captain McJerk. Oh the words that were being passed rail to rail.... Too funny!

Then I gave Captain McDumbarse a few choice words of my own once inside the harbor.

What a night....

The fireworks were amazing, the ride home, not so much.