Interesting/amazing stories a bust

[jwaldin]

Dreaming of and doing the sailing, owning, repairing and building of wooden boats surely means more than just those things. Surely those things are not an end in themselves. To me the point is what happens to us as men and women During those pursuits. Otherwise we may as well be on a forum talking about the dimensions and strenght of bubble gum wrappers and the shades of gum therein.
So nobody has had any experiences on or with wooden boats eh?
Maybe your're all to 'manly' to speak of your experiences dealing with, and on, wooden boats and how those experiences have effected you. That would be ironic. The 'manlyest' men I have ever met are those who can open up with their feelings and experiences.
Or maybe you haven't actually had any experiences. I listened to an old man who discribed how he rowed a small boat in a storm when he was a kid.
So goodbye to a thread that, ironically, could have added another dimension to the wooden boat experience.
Right now I'm going to visit the Airstream forum.

[TimH]

Good thinking. Maybe people will post pictures of their trailers and tell of their experiences on the lee side of the highway in a hurricane :D

[cs]

Sorry I didn't see your post earlier. I will look for it later and maybe post some of my expierances.

I have found though that these stories can't be solicitied, you just have to find them as they come. Up in People/Places Andrew has a wonderful little story and if I can get some free time, like I said I will post some of mine.

Chad

[Stargazer14]

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[John B]

Pretty subjective title though isn't it. Things I think are interesting like goofing around a wreck on Saturday just gone(for example), aren't to you or you would have commented .

As it happens I sort of agree with you and have often thought that there should be a category called something that means " Using your wooden boat". I also emailed Scot a while back suggesting that a column which registers the number of views of a given post would be a positive in that it would affirm the writer( when there are few written responses) .He replied saying he would look into it but wasn't sure that the software would cope.
I'm just as guilty as anyone of reading posts and NOT commenting even though I find them interesting and sometimes amazing. EG Johns experience with the man scattering his wifes ashes... it reminded me very much of doing the same with my grandmothers ashes a few years ago. Like the woodworkers thread... wheres that? over in non boat? that's amazing.

I'm trying to think of interesting things we've done...
like the time we dropped our rig 50 miles from home , like I mentioned today somewhere here the time my 5 year old rolled her dinghy in the surf :D , the time the big male Orca came up 10 ft off our quarter and my wife nearly fell overboard on the other side of the boat, when we stuck our boat on the putty :eek: , racing with 80 or 90 other classic boats in 3 or 6 or 10 different regattas......
They've all been written up on this forum over the last few years. But you just can't keep repeating the same old same old can you.

[ 12-02-2003, 10:35 PM: Message edited by: John B ]

[Shang]

Gather 'round, my dears,
Pull the wool out of your ears,
And the wonders of the world I will expound.
You can tell that I'm a sailor,
'Cause I wear a sailor's hat,
Fifteen times have I been shipwrecked and been drowned...

(You don't really want us to get started, do you?
I once started a thread, "What's the Dumbest Thing You Ever Did in a Boat [That Didn't Involve a Woman]?", and I thought the guys were never going to shut up!)

[Jack Heinlen]

One still summer morning i rowed out on Mullett Lake. It was maybe five o'clock, most all asleep, light slowly rising as it does in the North, and I rowed hard out into the lake.

At that hour the spring-fed stream down the beach was giving up a plume of vapor, off my left quarter, a billow of gray and white. The lake was calm, but not glass. The cottages, the docks were all very perfect in the air.

Rowing we always look behind. I heard a motion back of me. I turned to see a swan, not ten yards away, decide it had had enough of my intrusion, and labor, feet peddling, wings with this wondrous whistle, struggle into the air.

I still have a feather it left behind.

No voices. I only hear them in my dreams.

[ 12-02-2003, 11:00 PM: Message edited by: Jack Heinlen ]

[jwaldin]

Thanks a lot for your posts.
A friend told me what happened when he spread his mothers ashes:
He was sixty when his mother died. They were never close and hadn't even spoke for many years. She told him when he was a boy "just because I had you doesn't mean I'll ever care about you".
As the only child he picked up her ashes in Vancouver and got on the ferry to Swartz Bay.
On the ferry he decided to get rid of the ashes overboard. He went down to the car deck, got the ashes, went to the side and as he shook the ashes out of the paper box a back wind caught them and threw them in his face. His eyes were so clogged with her ashes he needed medical care.
Talk about the final pain someone can cause even in death.

[ion barnes]

OK J, you have jogged my memory, but it is second hand, from my father about an incident with my grandfather.

My Grandparents knew a couple that grumped and growled at each other the whole time they were married. Husband dies and his wish was to be buried at sea off of Victoria. My Grandfather agreed to help the grieving widow and so a day of mourning was planned and my grandparents and my dad sailed out of Victoria to spread the ashes. The widow dumped the ashes and gets a spec in the eye. She proceeds to curse like a trooper about that SOB husband of hers and how he always had to have the last word, even after he was gone!