There are far too many boat owners who seem to be unable to make the transition from land to water. Almost everything is different. The assumption on land is that "Big Brother" will tell you how and when to do most everything. Help is available at the nearest gas station or by dialing 911. All incidents are someone else's fault and we are all just victims of someone else's stupidity. It doesn't work that way on the water. You are responsible for everything that happens to your boat and also have a responsibility to your fellow boaters. There are no stop lights, yield signs, merge signs or any of the other tools used on land. We are lucky if the channel markers are in the correct position.
Those who are unable to understand the meaning of the word "Mariner" attempt to use their boats as they would their cars, including trying to use headlights and bright beams at night with the net effect of not only blinding themselves but everyone around them. Every year, at least one recreational boat tries to pass between a barge and its tow. The result is usually death. Anyone who has approached the US coast at night can well understand how important it is to be able to discern every light out there.
For example, when crossing from the Bahamas to the US, there is a steady stream of commercial traffic bound north and south. Even with radar, it is critical to be able to pick out the nav lights of that traffic and to differentiate between a container ship and a tug with a barge 1000' astern. The repeated use of a spotlight or, even worse, the continuous use of dock lights as headlights, will leave you blind but for a hundred feet or so ahead. That is miles from the awareness circle that a safe boater must maintain at night.
The most frightened I have ever been at sea was about 7 years ago when I left a 300' commercial dive boat anchored offshore and headed back, at night, to Freeport TX in a 18' Mako with about 10" of stern freeboard. The dive boat was about six miles south of the inlet and four miles offshore. The seas were kicking up and the Texas shoreline, because of the chemical plants, looks like New York City. There was no moon and I could not see the waves, just feel them.
The inlet channel has spoil areas on either side and the inlet itself is bounded by concrete jetties that jut into the gulf a decent distance. I have no GPS and no radio other than a hand held private frequency ship's radio that is out of range. If I don't find the tiny red and green lights on the end of the jetties as well as the channel buoy lights, I'm probably a dead man because no one will be looking for me until the next day. Between the visible auto tail lights, the commercial land based lights, other boats and stop lights, there were literally hundreds of red lights to choose from, as well as an assortment of green ones. The key, of course, is in the flashing pattern. The channel markers flash at 4 sec. intervals and the sea buoy flashes morse A in white. Had I not maintained my night vision, I probably would have been a page six story in the Houston paper.
You see, folks, aside from the cockiness leading to stupidity aspect of this story, when we take a hard line stand on issues here, there is usually a very good reason for it.