ASA and PSIA Instructor
Join Date: Apr 2000
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I remember a nice saturday at Kingmans Marina on Cape Cod two summers ago. As I enjoyed a morning cup of coffee on the patio of the Chart House, overlooking the mooring field, I noticed a fellow on one boat, standing on the boom and wrestling wih his mainsail. His furling main was jammed part way in the mast. Looked like he had a mess on his hands.
So I took my boat out for a wonderful afternoon on Buzzards Bay, bright and sunny and 15 knots SW, it doesn't get better than that.
After returning my mooring, I stopped again at the Chart House for an early evening cocktail. As I settled into the patio chair to watch the sun set over my boat, I noticed several fellows on one boat, clustered around the mast, wrestling with the mainsail jammed in the mast. Recognizing it was the same boat from the morning, I said to myself that I was glad I didn't have a furling main, just another un-necessary convenience that will most likely find a way to inconvenience you.
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