Paul Dunn convinced me not to worry. He said that they know I'm there. But when I hear one suddenly go from low idle to roar, then see them fire out of the fog only to turn at the last few seconds to miss us, I have a hard time with believing Paul. ;^)))

If you have wind and current and lobster pots you can't see' then you know you're (still) alive. So far, I have, in a perverse way come to enjoy that adrenalin rush. But we haven't hade any collisions or pot wraps.