Not much risk there that day. A days sail south of Newport, the ledges
are a long ways away. Real navigators from the end of WWII until
recently (in my terms) knew how to work radio. That is if it worked at
all, because until the transistor were available in the early sixties,
the reliability was not an issue, it was non-exsistent for small boats.

Those were more patient days. Down east required even more. To do
things like hang off until you could actually see the harbor entrance.

I still love telling people about the fog they grow there such that you
can still see the truck just fine, but not the bow and you may even see
masts around you - but no boats.

A friend and fellow sailor almost as long as I were laughing ourselves
silly because I much younger person came along and said something about
this friend's Garmin 45 because it was not nearly accurate enough for
him to trust to make hie slip. This started us into an evening of
seastories about being exactly where you though you were or no where
near at all.

Life was different then. The ledges were there, but the people that
ventured among them didn't expect others to take care of them. These
were the people that taught me, they are gone.

Matt Colie - see prior sig


Martin Baxter wrote:

Matt Colie wrote:

Wow, There was the Consolan station on Nantuket and some other good
RDF on the coast farther south that he kept crossing until he was sure
we were in a southbound flow.


You used RDF? Damn lucky you didn't fetch up on a granite ledge
off the coast of Maine!

Cheers
Marty

Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

Not much risk there that day. A days sail south of Newport, the ledges
are a long ways away. Real navigators from the end of WWII until
recently (in my terms) knew how to work radio. That is if it worked at
all, because until the transistor were available in the early sixties,
the reliability was not an issue, it was non-exsistent for small boats.

Those were more patient days. Down east required even more. To do
things like hang off until you could actually see the harbor entrance.

I still love telling people about the fog they grow there such that you
can still see the truck just fine, but not the bow and you may even see
masts around you - but no boats.

A friend and fellow sailor almost as long as I were laughing ourselves
silly because I much younger person came along and said something about
this friend's Garmin 45 because it was not nearly accurate enough for
him to trust to make hie slip. This started us into an evening of
seastories about being exactly where you though you were or no where
near at all.

Life was different then. The ledges were there, but the people that
ventured among them didn't expect others to take care of them. These
were the people that taught me, they are gone.

Matt Colie - see prior sig


Martin Baxter wrote:

Matt Colie wrote:

Wow, There was the Consolan station on Nantuket and some other good
RDF on the coast farther south that he kept crossing until he was sure
we were in a southbound flow.


You used RDF? Damn lucky you didn't fetch up on a granite ledge
off the coast of Maine!

Cheers
Marty

"JAXAshby" backpedaling furiously wrote
...
Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

Not what you posted a month or so ago.

"mattie, squathead, you too are just too frikken stew ped (two words) to
catch
the irony of the statement made to Racko-Nos Pam. The waves off Glen Cove
would be hard pressed to go much above 3-1/3 feet (fetch is too little),
even
though the winds were 42 sustained, gusting to 50+."

The other thing.

"mattie dum-dum squathead, racko-nos was claiming to have a longer dick than
anyone here"

Wasn't claiming to have a bigger dick than anyone here, but, since we're on
the subject, I probably do have a bigger dick than you, but that isn't
saying much, I'm sure everyone here has a bigger dick than you.

You should see a doctor about the memory loss, it could be a symptom of a
more serious condition, OTOH, it's probably just a symptom of your advanced
age.
John Cairns

hey johnny, what can I say. Maybe sometimes Matt is a bit better human being
being than you are, and other times he is a lot better human being than you
are.

Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

"JAXAshby" with
the help of a thousand monkeys banging on keyboards, was finally able
to type out the following:
...
hey johnny, what can I say. Maybe sometimes Matt is a bit better human
being
being than you are, and other times he is a lot better human being than
you
are.

Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

Funny, without delving into Matt's character, because I consider him a
friend and know him personally, having raced with him at Bay Week and the
Trans-Erie, I'm wondering how YOU, mensa-man, can make that kind of
judgement, not knowing him and NEVER having spoke to him personally. What
you "can say", though I doubt that you will since you lack courage or
decency, is that you are wrong. Nothing new there.
John Cairns

bye-bye, johnny. don't let the door hit you on the ...

hey johnny, what can I say. Maybe sometimes Matt is a bit better human
being
being than you are, and other times he is a lot better human being than
you
are.

Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

Funny, without delving into Matt's character, because I consider him a
friend and know him personally, having raced with him at Bay Week and the
Trans-Erie, I'm wondering how YOU, mensa-man, can make that kind of
judgement, not knowing him and NEVER having spoke to him personally. What
you "can say", though I doubt that you will since you lack courage or
decency, is that you are wrong. Nothing new there.
John Cairns

I'm wondering how YOU, mensa-man, can make that kind of
judgement, not knowing him and NEVER having spoke to him personally.

John Cairns

johnny, you gave the answer yourself.

I am Mensa and you are not.

I pay attention to what is going on around and you do not.

I can see relationships between that data and you can not.

You are Forrest Gump and I am not.

"JAXAshby" his head reeling at the effort of a sharp
retort, scribbled furiously
...
bye-bye, johnny. don't let the door hit you on the ...

hey johnny, what can I say. Maybe sometimes Matt is a bit better human
being
being than you are, and other times he is a lot better human being than
you
are.

Matt, you sound like a sailor people are glad to know. Good on ya.

Funny, without delving into Matt's character, because I consider him a
friend and know him personally, having raced with him at Bay Week and the
Trans-Erie, I'm wondering how YOU, mensa-man, can make that kind of
judgement, not knowing him and NEVER having spoke to him personally. What
you "can say", though I doubt that you will since you lack courage or
decency, is that you are wrong. Nothing new there.
John Cairns

C'mon, you have to put at least a little effort into it. Were you, or were
you not wrong?
Are you, are you not, a coward?
John Cairns