Originally Posted by Sailormon6
I mean no offense, but with your record of mishaps and "pilot errors" maybe you should consider taking up another sport, like golf. (You should also stay away from flying and skydiving!)
I strongly suspect this thread is a joke, but, if you're serious, then I don't recommend a Catalina 27 (even though I consider it a fairly rugged small boat that sails well.) You need a boat that is built so tough that it can survive the most dire conditions, without the intervention of human intelligence.
I like to race and sail rail down as much as the next guy, but smart sailors don't habitually break boats.
A note for Sailormon6 -Senior Member - It's no joke. I need a good boat.
Tried both sports you suggest - still like sailing. With five smaller boats in my yard, two have sails (Hobie $ small mono hull) I can't give it up just yet. Once had a Cal Cat; symetrical hulls. I would paddle out to the first wind line so that I could sail to the second, which would get me to the third. Then I would jump swells, literally flying from swell to swell, using the tramp as the wing and using a "companion" (monkey) to ballance things out in the air, sometimes with swells twenty feet or more apart. Yep, you guessed it, eventuall the hulls looked like someone had tried to wring them out. As the down hull hit the weight of bodies on the up hull would cause a twisting or wringing motion. Eventually a diagonal crease appeared on each hull.
Extreme sailing became the norm after the near knock down in the "Cheoy Lee", and you had to be there. We (3 brothers) all surfed, but this was one wave we despirately tried NOT to catch. We were on our way from San Francisco to Santa Cruz. We'd left the night before, passing by the Faralons at night. I remember we tied lines around our waist when we had to go forward as it was a bit rough. The next day, with following winds and thirty foot seas, we were trying to go as slow as possible letting the swells pass under us with only a quarter of the main showing and still screaming along. When the back end raised up on one monster and we began to pick up speed we all knew it wasn't going to be pretty. We figure we were doing well in excess of 18kts as the meter was pegged out and knew we were either going to go ass over teakettle or broach when we got to the bottom. It happened fast. We broached right (that's starb'rd for you diehards) as I was hanging on by my elbow over the edge of the cockpit looking down at my brothers (I was on the high side) across from me my younger brother had his back to the cabin, knees to chest and was fully engulfed, water splitting the skylight on top, half the boom in the water, dad below, sick, watching water go over the skylight, with nothing more than my older brother's lower arm showing as his white knuckles held tightly on to the tiller.
When the boat popped back up we all looked at each other and smiled as Dad bounded from below. From that day on we were foul weather gear sailors. Oh yeah, a few broke boats here and there, but WHAT A RIDE! For he who says I should take up bowling or something "safe" you have to put things in context. You see, a year later I was in Vietnam. It was when I'd finished more than three tours and came home that I tried hang gliding, skydiving, dirt squirt'n moto-X and flying. Oh yeah, and did I mention I went back into the Reserves, first Army then Coast Guard and ended up doing a tour in the gulf in '91 and one at the Embassy in Haiti in '99? I'm retired now; kicked out on my sixtieth birthday, just a couple weeks after completing one last tour with Naval Coastal Warfare Command One in 2006, so it's time again to sail and surf, and fish, and enjoy a nice couple ounces of Gentleman Jack while watching the sun set on the Monterey Bay.
I'm not a stupid sailor. OK, so I misspelled Ketch. Hey, I was an ART MAJOR (http://geocities.com/just4steel/
) for a reason, give me a break. I just like to SAIL! I'm a lot more rational when lives other than my own are at stake and I check my rigging before going out like I do a walk-around before ever leaving the ground in a plane. Prepare for the worst and expect the best. Life's too short not to live it to the fullest if possible and at 60 it's going by even faster. I don't fly cats from swell to swell any more, primarily because the stern of Hobie A-symetrical hulls don't have enough positive boyancy when flying a hull. I'm just looking for a good boat that weathers well, that has good sails and a good engine for those days the wind won't cooperate. And yes, if I get caught out past the third wind line and the wind decides to BLOW, a boat that will get me in and keep those I love safe. Safe as possible anyway. Smooth sailing