We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this from time to
time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the city as the
sun sets. It was a truly awesome night. In spite of a good breeze
(steady at 13-15 knots the water was quite flat. Heart of Gold was
doing about 6 knots when she suddenly came to a "Soft" halt. It was not
violent stop. It was more like someone had grabbed the boat. He sails
were full, we were heeled at about 12 degrees and not moving. Suzanne
looked over the side.
"We're grounded on something, I think." She said.
I looked over the stern and indeed we seemed to be on a dark sandbar,
though I knew that there were no shallows where we were. With the wing
I was not optimistic about getting her off, but I tried using the sails
to no avail. Finally I stepped onto the swim platform. I could see
something gray colored only a foot down. That made no sense with our
rudder and keel, but I took a careful step into the water.
"Look at this! I'm actually standing." I said
Suzanne had that puzzled look and said, "But where's the rudder?"
Then the true nightmare began. My right leg suddenly sunk down to the
knee, as if I had been standing on a thin layer of ice that had given
way. In fact, that's exactly what had happened.
Heart of Gold had "grounded" on the very decayed corpse of a large
Humpback Whale. Her keel and rudder had slid into the rotten flesh like
a hot knife through slightly frozen butter. I was instantly aware of
the smell and the gallons of blood in the water, which was now washing
over me as I struggled to get my leg up. Suzanne now comprehended the
situation was tossed me a rope, just as I sank down to my waist in dead
whale. With a great deal of effort she pulled me back onto the
platform. The stench was now beyond belief. Suzanne radioed for help
and we waited for several hours while a police and CC boat got us free.
A chopper also appeared and threw a powerful spotlight on the
operation. Later we learned that several big sharks could be seen and I
contemplated the level of danger I'd really been in.
I was in the water with feeding sharks and I could have literally
fallen into the whale carcass and drowned within moments. It was
horrifying to contemplate what had happened. The aft section of Heart
of Gold was smattered with blood and gore as we eventually motored down
the river. Knowing how close I'd been to those sharks made me too
frightened to dive over and get the blood off of me, so I used our
shower as best I could. Back in the slip we hosed off for more than an
hour, not satisfied until every inch of her was clean again.

It was our worst sail ever, but I don't think we did anything
wrong...or did we?



RB
35s5
NY

Get a life! Your a liar and an ass.

Ellen


"Capt. Rob" wrote in message oups.com...
| We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this from time to
| time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the city as the

threw out the rest of the garbage.

The posts just aren't worth reading. Very little sailing content, mostly out
to prove he's better than anyone else, which gets boring pretty quickly and
is very unsailorly. He'd be shunned after the first demonstration of this in
the company of real sailors in a real place. Plonked him a while ago.

--
"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com

"Ellen MacArthur" wrote in message
reenews.net...
Get a life! Your a liar and an ass.

Ellen


"Capt. Rob" wrote in message
oups.com...
| We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this from time to
| time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the city as the

threw out the rest of the garbage.

People who have to prove they're better than anybody else generally don't
have much self-esteem. But this ass doesn't seem to have any scruples either.

Cheers,
Ellen




"Capt. JG" wrote in message ...
| The posts just aren't worth reading. Very little sailing content, mostly out
| to prove he's better than anyone else, which gets boring pretty quickly and
| is very unsailorly. He'd be shunned after the first demonstration of this in
| the company of real sailors in a real place. Plonked him a while ago.
|
| --
| "j" ganz @@
| www.sailnow.com
|
| "Ellen MacArthur" wrote in message
| reenews.net...
| Get a life! Your a liar and an ass.
|
| Ellen
|
|
| "Capt. Rob" wrote in message
| oups.com...
| | We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this from time to
| | time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the city as the
|
| threw out the rest of the garbage.
|
|

Ellen MacArthur wrote:
People who have to prove they're better than anybody else generally don't
have much self-esteem. But this ass doesn't seem to have any scruples either.

Cheers,
Ellen

Sorta like people posting under other people's names...huh?

Joe




"Capt. JG" wrote in message ...
| The posts just aren't worth reading. Very little sailing content, mostly out
| to prove he's better than anyone else, which gets boring pretty quickly and
| is very unsailorly. He'd be shunned after the first demonstration of this in
| the company of real sailors in a real place. Plonked him a while ago.
|
| --
| "j" ganz @@
| www.sailnow.com
|
| "Ellen MacArthur" wrote in message
| reenews.net...
| Get a life! Your a liar and an ass.
|
| Ellen
|
|
| "Capt. Rob" wrote in message
| oups.com...
| | We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this from time to
| | time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the city as the
|
| threw out the rest of the garbage.
|
|

"Capt. Rob" wrote in message
oups.com..
..
We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this
from time to
time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the
city as the
sun sets. It was a truly awesome night. In spite of a good
breeze
(steady at 13-15 knots the water was quite flat. Heart of
Gold was
doing about 6 knots when she suddenly came to a "Soft"
halt. It was not
violent stop. It was more like someone had grabbed the
boat. He sails
were full, we were heeled at about 12 degrees and not
moving. Suzanne
looked over the side.
"We're grounded on something, I think." She said.
I looked over the stern and indeed we seemed to be on a
dark sandbar,
though I knew that there were no shallows where we were.
With the wing
I was not optimistic about getting her off, but I tried
using the sails
to no avail. Finally I stepped onto the swim platform. I
could see
something gray colored only a foot down. That made no
sense with our
rudder and keel, but I took a careful step into the water.
"Look at this! I'm actually standing." I said
Suzanne had that puzzled look and said, "But where's the
rudder?"
Then the true nightmare began. My right leg suddenly sunk
down to the
knee, as if I had been standing on a thin layer of ice
that had given
way. In fact, that's exactly what had happened.
Heart of Gold had "grounded" on the very decayed corpse of
a large
Humpback Whale. Her keel and rudder had slid into the
rotten flesh like
a hot knife through slightly frozen butter. I was
instantly aware of
the smell and the gallons of blood in the water, which was
now washing
over me as I struggled to get my leg up. Suzanne now
comprehended the
situation was tossed me a rope, just as I sank down to my
waist in dead
whale. With a great deal of effort she pulled me back onto
the
platform. The stench was now beyond belief. Suzanne
radioed for help
and we waited for several hours while a police and CC boat
got us free.
A chopper also appeared and threw a powerful spotlight on
the
operation. Later we learned that several big sharks could
be seen and I
contemplated the level of danger I'd really been in.
I was in the water with feeding sharks and I could have
literally
fallen into the whale carcass and drowned within moments.
It was
horrifying to contemplate what had happened. The aft
section of Heart
of Gold was smattered with blood and gore as we eventually
motored down
the river. Knowing how close I'd been to those sharks made
me too
frightened to dive over and get the blood off of me, so I
used our
shower as best I could. Back in the slip we hosed off for
more than an
hour, not satisfied until every inch of her was clean
again.


Great story! Are you writing for Marvel Comics now?


It was our worst sail ever, but I don't think we did
anything
wrong...or did we?


Wrong? well, you wrote

''He sails were full, ".

..and; '' Suzanne now comprehended the situation was tossed
me a rope,"

"while a police and CC boat got us free"
What's a CC boat?

Scotty wrote:
"Capt. Rob" wrote in message
oups.com..
.
We decided to sail out into NY harbor again. We do this
from time to
time, then sail under the bridge for a great view of the
city as the
sun sets. It was a truly awesome night. In spite of a good
breeze
(steady at 13-15 knots the water was quite flat. Heart of
Gold was
doing about 6 knots when she suddenly came to a "Soft"
halt. It was not
violent stop. It was more like someone had grabbed the
boat. He sails
were full, we were heeled at about 12 degrees and not
moving. Suzanne
looked over the side.
"We're grounded on something, I think." She said.
I looked over the stern and indeed we seemed to be on a
dark sandbar,
though I knew that there were no shallows where we were.
With the wing
I was not optimistic about getting her off, but I tried
using the sails
to no avail. Finally I stepped onto the swim platform. I
could see
something gray colored only a foot down. That made no
sense with our
rudder and keel, but I took a careful step into the water.
"Look at this! I'm actually standing." I said
Suzanne had that puzzled look and said, "But where's the
rudder?"
Then the true nightmare began. My right leg suddenly sunk
down to the
knee, as if I had been standing on a thin layer of ice
that had given
way. In fact, that's exactly what had happened.
Heart of Gold had "grounded" on the very decayed corpse of
a large
Humpback Whale. Her keel and rudder had slid into the
rotten flesh like
a hot knife through slightly frozen butter. I was
instantly aware of
the smell and the gallons of blood in the water, which was
now washing
over me as I struggled to get my leg up. Suzanne now
comprehended the
situation was tossed me a rope, just as I sank down to my
waist in dead
whale. With a great deal of effort she pulled me back onto
the
platform. The stench was now beyond belief. Suzanne
radioed for help
and we waited for several hours while a police and CC boat
got us free.
A chopper also appeared and threw a powerful spotlight on
the
operation. Later we learned that several big sharks could
be seen and I
contemplated the level of danger I'd really been in.
I was in the water with feeding sharks and I could have
literally
fallen into the whale carcass and drowned within moments.
It was
horrifying to contemplate what had happened. The aft
section of Heart
of Gold was smattered with blood and gore as we eventually
motored down
the river. Knowing how close I'd been to those sharks made
me too
frightened to dive over and get the blood off of me, so I
used our
shower as best I could. Back in the slip we hosed off for
more than an
hour, not satisfied until every inch of her was clean
again.


Great story! Are you writing for Marvel Comics now?


It was our worst sail ever, but I don't think we did
anything
wrong...or did we?


Wrong? well, you wrote

''He sails were full, ".

.and; '' Suzanne now comprehended the situation was tossed
me a rope,"

"while a police and CC boat got us free"
What's a CC boat?


What;s wrong is that sailing isn't enough to fulfill him. He needs the
bizarre and exploitative to give him that little thrill or rush that is
missing that the rest of us still deel....poor soul...each new tale has
to be bigger, more explcarive...next story will be Heart of Gold as a
WMD used by highjsvkingterrorists to take out the Brooklyn Bridge

"Joe" wrote in message oups.com...
|
| Ellen MacArthur wrote:
| People who have to prove they're better than anybody else generally don't
| have much self-esteem. But this ass doesn't seem to have any scruples either.
|
| Cheers,
| Ellen
|
| Sorta like people posting under other people's names...huh?
|
| Joe

And, just why are you being sarcastic, Joe? How do you know what my name is?
I guess you think there's only one Ellen MacArthur in the world?
But, if it'll make you feel any better, honey, I'm not the Ellen MacArthur
who races sailboats around the world.

Cheers,
Ellen
sailing fame.

The main thing he needs is an audience... If you keep paying attention to him he'll keep doing it...
If you keep re-posting his sick stories he won't stop... Notice how I deleted his disgusting stuff,
if you're gonna talk about him fine but you shouldn't encourage him by posting his garbage over
and over. He fancies himself a writer. Imagine that...

Cheers,
Ellen


"katy" wrote in message ...
| What;s wrong is that sailing isn't enough to fulfill him. He needs the
| bizarre and exploitative to give him that little thrill or rush that is
| missing that the rest of us still deel....poor soul...each new tale has
| to be bigger, more explcarive...next story will be Heart of Gold as a
| WMD used by highjsvkingterrorists to take out the Brooklyn Bridge

Ellen MacArthur wrote:

Cheers,
Ellen


You'll notice I cut out your message....I personally have him kf'd most
of the time once in a while I like to take a poke or two at him for
visceral entertainment...besides, it makes little matter what sort of
agenda anyone uses to get rid of him...he thrives on it all, just like
most bottom feeders...might as well throw him a nibble once in a while
out of compassion so he doesn't starve to death....