MISTER CHRISTIAN!!!

[Sober Duck]

"Mister Christian!"
"I told you to clear the deck in ten minutes!"
"You diid it in eight."




Notice the Roman numerals for the water line, Rrrr.

[stilltrucking]

Nice pics, I used to love those old pirate movies where Errol Flynn or Douglas Fairbanks wearing a doo rag and knife clenched in his mouth swinging from a rope over onto the deck of a Spanish galleon. I got the scanner up and running, pictures of Chesapeake Bay sharpie coming soon. Only problem is I am so got dam fat in the picture, I need to photo shop about thirty pounds of before I post it

[Arcadia]

is it a remake?

Bounty (Gran Bretagna)

tipo: fregata mercantile armata
Varo: 1787
Lunghezza: m 54,80
Larghezza: m 13,50
Immersione: m 6,40
Dislocamento: t 980
Armamento: 24 cannoni da 18 libbre
Equipaggio: 46 uomini

(Attilio Cucari, "Guida ai velieri di tutto il mondo dal 1200 a oggi, Arnoldo Mondadori Editore, aprile 1976).

[Sober Duck]

Yes Arcadia, she was built for the movie Mutiny on the Bounty.

[Arcadia]

take off the armamento and it´s really beautiful!

[Sober Duck]

Rrrr!!! Surrender like the salty dog ye be
Or feel the wrath of me armamento! Rrrr!!!

[jimboloco]

the jig's up, man.


2 : TRICK, GAME -- used chiefly in the phrase the jig is up
3 a : any of several fishing devices that are jerked up and down or drawn through the water b : a device used to maintain mechanically the correct positional relationship between a piece of work and the tool or between parts of work during assembly c : a device in which crushed ore is concentrated or coal is cleaned by agitating in water
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?b ... &x=10&y=14

[stilltrucking]

Howdy Dick.

About two years ago I told you I was going to post some pictures of sailboats I owned/loved, well here they are.

15’ Lightning my second boat
This is on the Potomac down from D.C. I used to sail at night, the fuel barges coming up river used to scare the bejeezus out of me.
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This is my last boat. The one that broke my heart. I owned it two years never got it in the water. I was on the road over three hundred days a year.


This is my 24’ Chesapeake Bay Sharpie. The boat I loved most. Gaff rigged sloop. Hard core sailing, no roller reefing, a storm coming I had to hand reef it.


The Fat Boy in the Sharpie. Severn River about seven miles up river from the Naval Accademy in Annapolis.

[jimboloco]

where is sober duckie when we miss him?

sharpened up on the Sharpie

[stilltrucking]

Looks better jim
thanks
that old photo was starting to fade.

[jimboloco]

were you the photographer?
nice to have a brother on a boat.

[stilltrucking]

Baby sister Elke at the helm


Sailing was as close to flying as I could get. That old boat carried a lot of sail. Sometimes if I can be quiet enough, I can still hear the wind, the creaking of the mast, the sound of the hull cutting through the water.

Someone asked me once if you were going to commit suicide how would you do it? I said, by sailboat. He looked puzzled so I said, “you ought to see the way I sail.”

Captain Joshua Slocum my hero.




Cool Dead People

Sail on Captain Slocum

[jimboloco]

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=7610

into the wild
yes sailing must be a hoot no dooubt
once i went canoeing with my sister Margaret and \her Vietnam Vet medic friend in upper Michigan

thinking about getting a canoe or such
for local waterways

[stilltrucking]

You ever have somebody just start up a conversation with out of nowhere like he was continuing a coversation from some earlier time. But you have no idea who they are talking about?

A guy I worked with in Nashiville. A nice guy but dressed kind of fancy for work on a freight dock. Wore white boats with leather soles. One day we were loading big rolls of paper on a trailer, the were about six feet in diameter laid on their sides, each one weighed a couple of tons. The fork lift would bring them on the trailer and we would nail down chocks to keep them from rolling. He is standing on one and slips down between two rolls, for some reason he thought I saved his life that day so he always made a point of talking to me. One day he comes up and says. "Yep it was suicide" I had no idea what he was talking about so I just said if I ever commit suicide it will be by sailboat. Just sail off into the sunset.

I wanted to fly jimbo, I tried to get my pilots liscense so I could join the glidding club in Adrian Michigan back in the sixties. But I could not pass the flight physical cause I was four f crazy. Sailing as close to glidding as I could get, just a big wing sticking up in the sky.

I got no plans to kill myself, unless it is these Buglers I been smoking.

I could not survive over night in the wild. THere is another show about a fellow who went off into the wilderness, it is a happier story. It was a PBS special, he lived for thirty some years, built himself a comfortable cabin, all with hand tools no power tools. Great show I will never find a link to it.


I am a city boy, I got no survival skills what so ever. I sure do love being on the water though. Even standing on a beach makes me higher that any drug. With the possible exception of # 2 diesel.

Thinking about another guy I worked with who did save my life, kept me from being crushed between an elephant and a concrete wall. Sylvester forgot his last name

[stilltrucking]

I hope I die before Elke jim
I don't think I could deal with it
I don't like to think of it.

It was a rough spell that eight months while that medical melodrama was going on.

Dear Margaret,
I am sorry jim.

I don't know why you have lost so much at such a young age.

Your mom has suffered too.

Me and my folks getting so old, I have not been to a funeral in years.