Yeah, I've taken a few Deliverance trips myself down the Guadalupe. Once during a flood, some of my buds and I decided to gain instant fame by saving some toobers caught up in a tree out in the mddle of the river. We put in up-stream in a 12' raft with a 200' nylon rope. Our plan was to rowe out as far as possible and throw the line when we shot by them at around 20 knots. Well we found out why they were in the trees when we hit a large rapid that completely folded the raft. The top of my head slammed into Randy's face. His lips didn't prevent two teeth from penetrating my scalp. At the same instant we realized that we were now approaching the toobers. Randy grabed the coil of rope and with the accuracy of a true sailor tossed the rope out toward them. Everything was good except that several coils of rope were wrapped around Mark's ankle. We were screaming at the toobers in the tree, "let go of the rope, let go of the rope". Hell we had just thrown them the rope, why should they now let go? I guess finally when they saw Mark stretched between the raft and the rope they realized what had happened and untied it. We quickly floated out of sight, bewildered and pissed and bleeding, never to return to the cheering crowd that had gathered along the river bank. We like to toob the San Marcos river now days.
Sorry, I didn't mean to hyjack this thread with this lame story. Kind of off the subject eh? Accessories? we did have a rope.
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