So Saturday calls for 7-9mph winds, and a friend who knows how to sail well went on his Cat 22. Figured a good day to get some learning in with the new sails with him there alongside us. I found a beautiful colored Jib on one of the sailboats I flipped so I had my sewing lady cut it down to fit our new lake mast.
As I was raising the jib the winds picked up...as soon as the jib was up we started going pretty well with the admiral steering. Winds were not bad so I hoisted the mainsail. Just as I got back to the tiller a freak gust blew up and the boat heeled to port very far. I'm not good with numbers so I dont know how many degrees, but I'd say at LEAST halfway up the side...The dog went flying, the Admiral went flying, everything in the cabin. I didn't know what to do, tried steering one way or the other and somehow it suddenly flipped back upright. It all happened so fast, like the always say on those 911 shows. As the Admiral are checking our shorts and freaking out Boom, another gust, and this time she goes over further. All I can think about is Henry and the chiquita...I'm not worried about our lives...we could swim to shore, plenty of help all around, yes have PDF's..but I was more worried about losing the boat I've worked so hard on.
I yanked on the rudder and freaked out again, sorry I'm grown man enough at 42 to admit. Suddenly she rights back up. I think I steered into the wind or away from it. Again so fast I can't remember. I hand over the tiller to the panicked admiral, located the dog, ran up and dropped the mainsail quicker than sh*t
Now the wind is about maybe a full 9mph steady. We have the jib pulling us but she is flat and not hauling ass. I think we reached at least 15mp during the scare maybe more. It was like hitting the throttle on a ski boat.
Admiral looks at me and said "This is NOT jimmy buffet style fun sailing"
So cruising with just the jib, probably looking like an idiot, but don't care...finally feel safe. Remember, I came out in LIGHT winds to do some learning.
Friend finally pulls up, tell me how awesome it was, said he saw the bottom of the boat, and said I thought you couldn't sail. After explaining my need for new swim trunks at this point I got my first quick lesson. "Dump the bucket" he said, in other words you release the boom and it swings out dumps all the force.
Ahh, learned how to "spill the wind" today
So we hoist up our SMALLER mainsail as the winds are not as strong now but we still don't feel ready for the bigger mainsail as it was still pretty windy...practiced sailing up and down, a few smaller gusts but with smaller mainsail to practice, the admiral holding the "dump the bucket" line saying "Dump it? Now? I'm going to dump it!! Now? you sure?" we did quite well. We learned to control the "bucket" and we actually started clipping along with only small amount of heeling. Faster than we ever sailed before and although still nervous as the wind picked up more we enjoyed it.
So I wondered a couple things now that I am safe on land.
1. At what rate of heel do you really start to worry?
2. What rate of heel is good? I guess that's depending on your style of sailing...the go fast people heel more. I am a slow cruiser and I am not too keen on everything fling a-kilter including the admiral just to "go faster"
Also I have been reading on another forum about "keel lock"...I see a plug in the cabin, but I have never popped it off to see what is inside...We lower the keel, but I have never locked it (I wouldn't at Falls, varying depths and stumps).
Has anyone ever "heeled over all the way? I have read Henry's story, but in his case she went to the bottom. I thought they were supposed to right themselves? I'm going to read up a bunch on this today
Anyway cheers mates
hella story eh? there is also a part II if your interested...rest of our day we had no more sailing issues, but later that afternoon my bud snapped both spreaders and tweeked the mast good
Dave
