It was a CT41. The doctor said 'we'd needed to check the top of the mast. He cranked me up in the bosuns chair. The top of the mast was rotten from a poor seal of the main sheet sheave shaft. The sheave that was used to hoist me up was just barely vertical. I hollared for the doc to let me down real easy. There was no response or reply. The doc had gotten a call from the Emergency Room and had taken off for the hospital leaving me stranded. Several passerbys offered to 'untie' me but I needed to have much confidence in the person below at the winch, so I declined. My wife showed up a few hours later to meet me for lunch. What a relief! Another time I was recaulking the teak decks when the doc came aboard and said, "Let's take her out!" I got her untied and we headed for the inlet. When we cleared the jetty I asked, "Are we headed for Cape Lookout?" "No", he said, "I've got get back. I've got a waiting room full of patients." http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n171/jeffnick/socpost/BosunChair.jpg f/ my phone