AH, yes me hearties!,...me thinks that's the once famous Marine-Gambrel-Hitch used at sea. We use one on Tugboat-2, allowing the tow to ride waves in opposition to the tugboat, reducing the cross strain on the tugboat during violent seas, especially on the poop-deck. That allows the Captain, (me) to remain comfortably ensconsed within the confines of the wheelhouse, (JD-3520 Cabin) during the storm instead of crawling a stormy, slippery, wind-blown deck encumbred in lifeline and Mae-West. (Course if I fail to go on deck, I forgo a ration of grog).
The Gambrel-Hitch is used exclusively for towing barges fully loaded with the same stuff ranchers pile outside the barn,.....exactly the same stuff used to fabricate this tale, and smells much like that pile on a hot July afternoon.
OK, I see I'm now sitting in a pile of it!! So let me say: Just Kidding !! Sorry bout that,...my explanation is: Staggered in from a hot afternoons work, covered in sweat, out of breath, . Sat down hard! Brain scrambled when I hit the chair and saw this post. Hit my "funny-bone" on the table edge, the "Sillies" fizzed my brain like shook-up champagne and my fingers typed this!! Common sense had nothing to do with it! AND, I've no idea about the hitch, sorry!
It was only meant to bring a little humor to the page,...thats all folks! Please accept it for that,....just one of the tug's wild sea tales. Now a double ration of the grog and I'll be fine! The Bible says it's "real good" to forgive!!!
CHEERS ?
. . tug
PS: Bcp :.....WELCOME ABOARD Bruce !! Please excuse my lightheadedness,...didn't see you come in.