The storm you survived
 

On May 6, 2:12 pm, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
"katy" wrote in message

...



Joe wrote:
Tell me about the storm you survived at sea.
I'll toss one in..... if others do.

Sorry Rob and BB, maybe next subject.

Joe

Didn't we do this one last year?

Big storm, Lake Michigan, 8 footers, lightning all around,
waterspouts, halfway between Leland and Grand Traverse Bay...so much
ozone in air was unbearable...turned back before full out storm hit,
rafted off to 4 other boats and watched storm rip the snot out of a
bunch of lubbers canvas that they didn't tie down...

another:
Pen****er..made it to port before storm but lots didn't..siietch wave
came through channel, pulled boats from their nachorages and
moorings..woman and children on boat swinging on anchor into another
boat and crashing with great booms while she is on radio screaming for
help..hubby had taken dinghy and gone into town and CG wouldn't let
him back out there...got CG crew and went out to save day...more
canvas strewn all over from boats on moorings and anchored...

lots more...sail Lake Michigan, sail in storms...

He said storms AT SEA, dummy! A lake isn't at sea. Go to the back of the
class.

Wilbur Hubbard



Hey Gooffball.

You are a ****in' idiot besides being an asshole!


From the American Heritage Dictionary

sea (sē) Pronunciation Key
n.

1. The continuous body of salt water covering most of the earth's
surface, especially this body regarded as a geophysical entity
distinct from earth and sky.
2. Abbr. S.
1. A tract of water within an ocean.
2. A relatively large body of salt water completely or
partially enclosed by land.
3. A relatively large landlocked body of fresh water.
4. The condition of the ocean's surface with regard to its
course, flow, swell, or turbulence: a rising sea; choppy seas.
5. A wave or swell, especially a large one: a 40-foot sea
that broke over the stern.
3.
1. The condition of the ocean's surface with regard to its
course, flow, swell, or turbulence: a rising sea; choppy seas.
2. A wave or swell, especially a large one: a 40-foot sea
that broke over the stern.
4. Something that suggests the ocean in its overwhelming sweep or
vastness: a sea of controversy.
5. Seafaring as a way of life.
6. Astronomy A lunar mare.


Read #3 **** head!

The storm you survived
 

"Capri" wrote in message
oups.com...
On May 6, 2:12 pm, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
"katy" wrote in message

...



Joe wrote:
Tell me about the storm you survived at sea.
I'll toss one in..... if others do.

Sorry Rob and BB, maybe next subject.

Joe

Didn't we do this one last year?

Big storm, Lake Michigan, 8 footers, lightning all around,
waterspouts, halfway between Leland and Grand Traverse Bay...so much
ozone in air was unbearable...turned back before full out storm hit,
rafted off to 4 other boats and watched storm rip the snot out of a
bunch of lubbers canvas that they didn't tie down...

another:
Pen****er..made it to port before storm but lots didn't..siietch
wave
came through channel, pulled boats from their nachorages and
moorings..woman and children on boat swinging on anchor into another
boat and crashing with great booms while she is on radio screaming
for
help..hubby had taken dinghy and gone into town and CG wouldn't let
him back out there...got CG crew and went out to save day...more
canvas strewn all over from boats on moorings and anchored...

lots more...sail Lake Michigan, sail in storms...

He said storms AT SEA, dummy! A lake isn't at sea. Go to the back of
the
class.

Wilbur Hubbard



Hey Gooffball.

You are a ****in' idiot besides being an asshole!


From the American Heritage Dictionary

sea (sē) Pronunciation Key
n.

The storm you survived
 

On May 6, 11:15 am, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
Sorry, but the Gulf is not classified as a Sea. Can't a single person
read a question and answer it with their experience of a storm AT SEA
like the man asked? Bunch of retards here, apparently.

Gosh. Then I guess my experiences in the Atlantic OCEAN and Pacific
OCEAN don't count because Wilbutt the Arbiter of All Things Nautical
sez they're not labelled a "sea" as he defines it; they're just
"oceans."

I say, if it's part of panthalassa, it's "the sea;" or more simply,
any salt water counts. And if you wanna share a scary story about "the
storm you survived" (which is after all the actual title of Joe's
original post), no matter where it happened, I for one am interested
in reading it.

And why am I reading and responding to anything "Wilbur" says anyway?
Must've forgetten to take my meds this morning. Think I'll go correct
that now.

Frank - the other one

The storm you survived
 

Capri wrote:
On May 6, 2:12 pm, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:

"katy" wrote in message

...




Joe wrote:

Tell me about the storm you survived at sea.
I'll toss one in..... if others do.

Sorry Rob and BB, maybe next subject.

Joe

Didn't we do this one last year?

Big storm, Lake Michigan, 8 footers, lightning all around,
waterspouts, halfway between Leland and Grand Traverse Bay...so much
ozone in air was unbearable...turned back before full out storm hit,
rafted off to 4 other boats and watched storm rip the snot out of a
bunch of lubbers canvas that they didn't tie down...

another:
Pen****er..made it to port before storm but lots didn't..siietch wave
came through channel, pulled boats from their nachorages and
moorings..woman and children on boat swinging on anchor into another
boat and crashing with great booms while she is on radio screaming for
help..hubby had taken dinghy and gone into town and CG wouldn't let
him back out there...got CG crew and went out to save day...more
canvas strewn all over from boats on moorings and anchored...

lots more...sail Lake Michigan, sail in storms...

He said storms AT SEA, dummy! A lake isn't at sea. Go to the back of the
class.

Wilbur Hubbard




Hey Gooffball.

You are a ****in' idiot besides being an asshole!


From the American Heritage Dictionary

sea (sē) Pronunciation Key
n.

1. The continuous body of salt water covering most of the earth's
surface, especially this body regarded as a geophysical entity
distinct from earth and sky.
2. Abbr. S.
1. A tract of water within an ocean.
2. A relatively large body of salt water completely or
partially enclosed by land.
3. A relatively large landlocked body of fresh water.
4. The condition of the ocean's surface with regard to its
course, flow, swell, or turbulence: a rising sea; choppy seas.
5. A wave or swell, especially a large one: a 40-foot sea
that broke over the stern.
3.
1. The condition of the ocean's surface with regard to its
course, flow, swell, or turbulence: a rising sea; choppy seas.
2. A wave or swell, especially a large one: a 40-foot sea
that broke over the stern.
4. Something that suggests the ocean in its overwhelming sweep or
vastness: a sea of controversy.
5. Seafaring as a way of life.
6. Astronomy A lunar mare.


Read #3 **** head!









He knows that...he's just being his usual *-hole self...

The storm you survived
 

"Capri" wrote in message
oups.com...
On May 6, 2:12 pm, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
"katy" wrote in message

...



Joe wrote:
Tell me about the storm you survived at sea.
I'll toss one in..... if others do.

Sorry Rob and BB, maybe next subject.

Joe

Didn't we do this one last year?

Big storm, Lake Michigan, 8 footers, lightning all around,
waterspouts, halfway between Leland and Grand Traverse Bay...so much
ozone in air was unbearable...turned back before full out storm hit,
rafted off to 4 other boats and watched storm rip the snot out of a
bunch of lubbers canvas that they didn't tie down...

another:
Pen****er..made it to port before storm but lots didn't..siietch wave
came through channel, pulled boats from their nachorages and
moorings..woman and children on boat swinging on anchor into another
boat and crashing with great booms while she is on radio screaming for
help..hubby had taken dinghy and gone into town and CG wouldn't let
him back out there...got CG crew and went out to save day...more
canvas strewn all over from boats on moorings and anchored...

lots more...sail Lake Michigan, sail in storms...

He said storms AT SEA, dummy! A lake isn't at sea. Go to the back of the
class.

Wilbur Hubbard


-Hey Gooffball.
-
-You are a ****in' idiot besides being an asshole!
- stuff deleted

Hey, you are stating the obvious. Neal is known troll. Jus ignore him or
killfile him.


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The storm you survived
 

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

The storm you survived
 

On 6 May 2007 15:34:29 -0700, Frank wrote:

On May 6, 11:15 am, "Wilbur Hubbard"
wrote:
Sorry, but the Gulf is not classified as a Sea. Can't a single person
read a question and answer it with their experience of a storm AT SEA
like the man asked? Bunch of retards here, apparently.

Gosh. Then I guess my experiences in the Atlantic OCEAN and Pacific
OCEAN don't count because Wilbutt the Arbiter of All Things Nautical
sez they're not labelled a "sea" as he defines it; they're just
"oceans."

I say, if it's part of panthalassa, it's "the sea;" or more simply,
any salt water counts. And if you wanna share a scary story about "the
storm you survived" (which is after all the actual title of Joe's
original post), no matter where it happened, I for one am interested
in reading it.

And why am I reading and responding to anything "Wilbur" says anyway?
Must've forgetten to take my meds this morning. Think I'll go correct
that now.

Frank - the other one

Hey, it's just Neal's latest sockpuppet. No one pays any attention to
it.

The experience sold me on sailing. Hey, experienced sailors told me
it probably would not get any worse than that, so why not?

Frank B.

The storm you survived
 

Scout wrote:
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.


Yep...sailing in ichigan is a wonderful thing! Freighters bust in half
but the rest of us walk away from these events with glorious tales to
tell...
Gordy Lightfoot sails his boat in Lake Ontario...I think it's tamer there...

The storm you survived
 

On May 5, 9:36 pm, Joe wrote:
Tell me about the storm you survived at sea.
I'll toss one in..... if others do.

Sorry Rob and BB, maybe next subject.

Joe

Ok I have a couple to share. First was in the N. Sea heading to Wick
Scotland. We hit a 60+ fter on a 225 ft supply anchor boat. It hit the
wheelhouse so hard it blew in four windows and ripped 20 ft of weld
open at the base of the wheelhouse and bent the visor up straight. The
skipper was cut up pretty bad by the glass, I ducked and only got
wet.

Second Terry and I just before we bought a 32ft layfette skiff shrimp
boat we took her about 110 miles out into the gulf of mexico to do
some snapper fishing. Also brought along the owner. This was a fast
boat 27kts. We did not get to fish but about 30 min when we noticed a
horizon to horizon black wall of coulds heading towards us. We untied
from the rig and had almost an hour at full speed to try to get to SW
pass of the mississippi. Whenthe front hit we had in no time 20-30 ft
seas. It took us 4 hours to get out and over 24 to get back in. The
owner wanted to ditch the boat and go up on a rig, but it to
dangerious to try to transfer to a rig, and I told him if he did we
were staying on the boat and claiming full salvage.

Then hurricane Alicia, 1981 I think. I was running a 165 standby boat
for mobil and they needed up to evac the rig so held us on location as
the storm buildt around us. It got so bad the liferings normally on
toss racks on the bridge wings were fouled in the mast, also tore off
both radars.

But the worst was in the South China Sea 1979. We were cought at the
dock as the storm hit, no being able to light off the boilers fast
enough, and many crew members strageling back to the ship. One fellow
was killed on a tug trying to get us away from the dock, we caved
about 3 ft deep 800 feet of 3 ft thick concrete dock as we shoved in
all the water and sewer pipes. We finally with the assistance of 4
fleet tug got underway. That night seas were running in the 60-80 ft
range. It's kinda of scary lookiong down a cargo handling passage way
on the ship and seeing the whole ship twist and bow several feet. On
after look out the waves were tower 10 stories above you then you
would fly up them and almost go airborne as the stern crested the
wave.

I had to be tied to that stancion right next to the stern anchor to
keep from being flung overboard... http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/s...37-gompers.jpg

Why they had an aft looking that night was beyond me, if anyone went
over there was no way they would be recovered.

Joe

The storm you survived
 

"katy" wrote in message
...

Scout wrote:
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

[snip]

Gordy Lightfoot sails his boat in Lake Ontario...I think it's tamer
there...

I camped Ontario and thought it to be beautiful sailing grounds.
Just wasn't happening on that trip.
Scout