I hosted our club's annual safety clinic last Saturday. A few things were a big hit. One thing scared me quite a bit. The "J" shaped slalom course, set up to teach boat control, was run repeatedly by all present and with great enthusiasm. An even bigger hit was the Across The Cove race. Racers had to paddle across a 75 yard cove paddling only on their right side, bump the beach with their bow, and return backwards paddling on both sides. The grand prize for the race was a Hooters Frisbee. I gift wrapped the prize so no one but me knew what they were competing for. It really caused the competitive spirit to come out strong in the racers. When the gun went off most people shot off at a 45 degree angle to their left. I yelled, "Edge! Edge!" It didnt do a lot of good but later it was a healthy learning point to discuss. One guy did roll successfully three times while coming back. Now the scary bit. We started the day doing voluntary wet exits. Not everyone wanted to play. A couple new to the club (both about 50) were really gung ho and dumped right over. We had her back in quickly and without incident. Now it was the husband's turn. He appeared to be in OK physical condition. Appearances can be deceiving. I tried several different ways to help him back in. He couldnt get any further up on the rear deck than his sternum. We tried about four times, using several different ways to help in back in. He began to breathe shallowly and turned bright pink. My "M.I." radar went off! I tilted the boat completely sideways, had him float in legs first on his belly and rolled him up. He swiveled around and sat up obviously weak and just a bit oblivious to his surroundings like a runner after a very hard race. We paddled the ten yards to shore with a boat on each side of him. I introduced him to "Tom". Tom is the club's general surgeon . The clubs surgical cardiac nurse was called over too. I got back in my boat and collected the man's wife and gently informed her that he seemed stressed and perhaps she should go to him. She told me that he had been to a cardiologist the day before and had turned down the cardiologist's offer for care. Hmmmm....that doesnt sound good. Well you can only lead a horse to water. The man sat around with Tom for about 30 minutes and regained his color. He paddled a bit more, had lunch and went home. Jim et al *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Tue Jun 21 2005 - 20:21:33 PDT
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