406MHz EPIRB

THE SMALLEST 406MHz EPIRB IN THE WORLD

406 MHz EPIRB Category II (manually deployable)
Product No. 2775Product No. 2775NH Non Hazardous Class 2 Battery Model No.: RLB-32 Cat II
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World's smallest 406 MHz EPIRB approvable worldwide
Built in strobe for enhanced location in poor visibility conditions
Single, three position switch for easy test and operation. Steady green LED indicates has passed full functional test, flashing red LED indicates unit is "ON"
Transmits on 406 MHz (COSPAS-SARSAT) with your registered, digitally-coded distress signal, and 121.5 MHz (SAR homing frequency)
Can be manually activated; self-buoyant - no external float collar to lose
Lanyard coiled on recessed spool for non-tangling deployment
Exclusive, polycarbonate blend designed for maximum resistance to UV and chemicals; maximum durability when exposed to extreme temperatures and shock
High impact plastic case designed to withstand exposure to UV rays, oil, sea water and raft packing
Field programmable - built-in vessel code can be reprogrammed by any ACR Authorized Service Center world wide (Maritime/Serialized/Radio Call Sign/MID Protocols, Country Code, etc.)
Product label includes universal test/operation symbols, English and French languages, plus ability to substitute other foreign languages
5 year limited warranty
5 year replacement life (11 year useful life) lithium battery
Operating life: 48 hours @ -40°C (-40°F)
Size:
3.7 x 7.2 x 4.3 in (9.4 x 18.3 x 10.9 cm)
Antenna:
7.4 in (18.8 cm)
Weight:
2 lbs (900 g)
Material:
High impact polycarbonate blend case
Color:
High-viz optic yellow
Deployment:
Manual
Operation:
Lift switch up, slide left, push back and down fully breaking tab. Also water activated when out of bracket
Waterproof:
33 ft (10 m)
Accessories:
9372 Low Pro surface mounting bracket; 1096 Battery replacement kit (available to BRCs only)
Certification:
Approved by COSPAS-SARSAT, FCC, USCG, Other international approvals
Limited Warranty:
5 years
Carton Dimensions:
4.5 x 5.2 x 8.2 in (11.5 x 13.0 x 21.0 cm)
Units Per Carton:
1
Carton Weight:
2.10 lbs (1 kg)
Frequency:
406 MHz, 121.5 MHz
Battery Type:
Lithium 5 year replacement life (11 year useful life)
Modulation:
AM
Radiated Power:
5 watts ± 2dB (406 MHz) 50 mW ± 3dB (121.5 MHZ)
Operational Life:
48 hours @ -40°C (-40°F)

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South Seas Sailboat Anchorage - Rangiroa, French Polynesia

Bearing down on the Tuamotus, our crew are keeping a sharp lookout ahead. They know now that the first sighting of land is going to be the fronded crown of a palm tree, rooted in the sand of a coral atoll barely above sea level. The expectation of being the first to spy one of these occupies our crew with the formidable fervour of young boys. In the event, a number of these mop tops sluggishly grow out of the southern horizon, bathing in the western afternoon sunlight. Staring at an empty horizon for so long, these rising palms, eagerly awaited as they are, still bring with their languid appearance an almost unwanted intrusion.

‘Another of humans’ trivial life foibles,’ our little ship thinks. Willing as they are to have their daily routine disrupted once again, the actual arrival brings with it a momentary, but deeper level of reluctant resistance to the imminent change.

‘Oh my, if I was as confused as that, I would never know which direction to take!’

A quick check with the GPS and she is right on course for Passe de Tiputa on Rangiroa Atoll. Her crew always seem surprised and pleased with themselves that she is exactly where she is supposed to be – they have yet to understand that her fibres of glass are at one with the ocean currents and lost she will never be.

A coral atoll in this part of the world will normally have one or two entrances which have navigable channels, and possibly others which are too shallow to pass except in a canoe or outrigger with a shallow draft. These entrances are known as a ‘Passe’ in French and can vary in width from quite wide to terrifyingly narrow. They can be and mostly are, littered with coral heads with razor sharp teeth – teeth sharp enough that would crunch through her fibreglass hull as easily as chomping into a crusted meringue. Being advisable to enter on a flowing tide and exit on the ebb, she will be passing the channel at speed. The margin of error therefore for our deep keeled yacht is somewhat reduced. A lookout at the bow is required to ensure a safe path is steered through the passage before popping out like a cork drawn from a bottle of Hennessey cognac, into the lagoon beyond. With her sharp farmers’ eyes, sibling crew posts herself balancing on the top pulpit rail, wrapping one arm around the rolled in foresail.

Our little ship, drawing over two metres and also conscious of this potential to wreck and ruin, approaches their first one together with some trepidation. This level of anxiety is heightened by the sight of the white hull of a yacht lying up on the reef close to the entrance, looking very skeletal, bones bleached whiter than white in the tropical sun. Sails dropped and engine ticking over, she manoeuvres onto her course for their first ‘running the Passe’. Gunning her motor, she propels herself forward, all eyes on deck staring, looking for any obstructing and deadly razor coral heads, and sweeps into the crystal waters of the lagoon, cutting a pretty picture of white hull on blue as she comes up in a trim turn to starboard. Our doughty crew, unwittingly holding their collective breath, quietly release, heartbeats gradually returning to normal. She also feels a spurt of satisfaction, along with quiet competence tinged with pride, at safely conning her way in without so much as a scratch. No matter how many hundreds of these ‘Passes’ she will negotiate in the future, this very first one will always burn bright in her memory.



Rangiroa sunset



In, in the nick of time, she rounds up into the rapidly falling and short lived tropical dusk, smack in front of the resort hotel Kia Ora. By the time her scope is rattled out over her bow roller, anchor set and snugged in for the night, it is dark, and our crew turn to appreciate the twinkling lights of the hotel, mirrored in the gently gurgling lagoon. Kia Ora in Maori means ‘Welcome’ and the significance of this is not lost on our two thirds Kiwi crew, it perhaps being the first indication that they are coming within some kind of mental reach of their native land. A surge of emotion rises, and she hears them blathering on once again to Anglo crew about all good things Kiwi – more banalities being thrown around than plates at a Greek wedding!

‘Nincompoops! you would think from the way they carry on, New Zealand is the only paradise on Earth!......this place comes close’, she reflects in her reverie, swaying on her chain.

The same palms they observed from afar earlier that afternoon can be dimly seen, placidly waving in the constant trade wind on the seaward side of the coral strip. The rattling palms, accompanied by thundering surf beyond and the breeze sighing through the casuarinas, create a symphony only to be dreamed of. And dream they do, our crew tucking early into their bunks, contentedly drifting off to the melodic song of the south seas, sloshing lagoon gently slapping against her hull - tomorrow will be another day, bringing further adventures.

Extract from my ebook 'Sailing Adventures in Paradise' downloadable from my website http://www.sailboat2adventure.com/ along with much other sailing stuff.