Century Club: Tim Ford

Sunday, November 6, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • dead branch looks like a waterbird
  • hope it lived upon release
  • pursuit 1
  • lovely yawl headed upriver

Woke up at six a.m., which was really 7 on my biological clock.  Had 5 hours to kill, so grabbed a paddle and took a few casts with an ultra-light rod and a green paddletail on.  No dice until I was almost back to the club, and I got a big strike, which I missed and then a few seconds later, FISH-ON.   Nice 22 inch pickerel which, after a tussle, I released and hope the poor guy survived.  He was loggish but remained dorsal fin up at the surface for a few minutes. I did fish CPR on him and that revived him enough to finally submerge and sound.  Poor thing. 

Then the MRSA pursuit race on Inc.  Always a blast to sail with these folks and it's nice to have the rest of the fleet behind you as you approah the finish of a pursuti race. And it was actually hot downwind on November 6th!

 

 

 

Saturday, November 5, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • berth for the night
  • back of the creek
  • nature's way of saying "turn around"
  • similar to my backyard at home

After the club's work day, where PSA members do a dynmaite job of sprucing up the place, I put in a kayak...turns out some evening plans at home had changed and I had the evening to myself, eventually leading to spending a rocky night on the boat.

Great paddle, complete with a mating pair of Bald Eagles.  But man, I was bushed by sundown and set up camp in the i550.

It's actually very comfortable, despite being somewhat cramped.  The funny thing is, I have had much calmer nights at sea, because by midnight it was really honking, sounded like puffs over 30, and the floating dock upon which my boat lives, was bouncing around quite a bit. 

Slept like a log.

Thursday, November 3, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • end of day for a swallow draft vessel
  • Head for Dobbins
  • through swallow water
  • yawl at G.I.

A long motor prior to the club's monthly board meeting, there being almost no breeze for 5 hours.  Decided to lift the board and go behind Dobbins, chart showing 1 foot at MLW in some places.   It not being MLW, and the board-up draft at around 12 inches, it went fine, albeit slowly, until we popped out into the fairway leading into the mis-named Long Cove (it ain't that long, actually).  Motored quietly all the way into the G.I. inner harbor, put it in neutral, popped a low ETOH session ale and wolfed down lunch, turned back to PSA.  Same thing behind Dobbins, no worries.  Fished a little but luckily, wasn't bothered by fish.  Gooid day and gorgeous November weather...except for the lack of breeze.

Swore to myself to NEVER own a boat on the Chesapeake with more than 12 inches draft. 

Thursday, October 20, 2022
Number of days:
1 day

I've seen some strange things in the water in the past five decades, and this one rates up there pretty highly.  About halfway out to the point, where I usually make my first casts in the Quest for Fish, I bumped into something floating mostly below the surface.  It was a roll of poulty fencing! 

Now, running your spinning prop into this menace to navigation could ruin your whoie day, so I rerolled about 15 - 20 feet of the fencing back on the cardboard sleeve, and paddled (one-handed) back to the pier at PSA.  Not so easy in a kayak and thankfully all downwind. 

Otherwise, no fish today.  Which was fine with me.

 

 

Saturday, October 15, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • Bennu as ore carrier chugs up the channel
  • Joe in fire hose land
  • Symm sail rolly-polly DW leg

Fun race on Inc and on the 2nd upwind leg, from "N" to "K" it actually felt like a Harbor Cup, a few puffs to 22.  It got lighter in the river and we captured line honors in CRCA A, but got bumpoed back to second as Heartbreaker, the S2 9.1 corrected over us.

 

 

Wednesday, October 12, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • after photo - before was too ugly to post

Went down to make sure the boat was water free, below decks.  It wasn't and there hadn't been any rain so it was a WFT moment.  It was also a shambles below, too much stuff, poorly organized and where the hell is my tiller extension?  So I took a while to empty the mess below, including some dead soldier beer cans and stale pretzels. If we get a few warm Oct. days, I'll go back in with a can of Brightside and improve the below decks scenary.  The bright side of the story? Found my tiller ext.!

 

 

 

 

Monday, October 10, 2022
Number of days:
1 day

Friend, Jon, completed his CLC Skerry, and we helped him put it in.  What a great little boat!  A few awkward moments, you know, the learning curve in dealing with mast, rudder and sails the first few times.  Heck, my boat is seven years old now and I still goof up from time to time getting it rigged and ready.

 

 

Thursday, October 6, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • shredder blues
  • open all inspection ports
  • FS departure

Went aboard and was bummed about how much water was in the boat.  Granted, we had had a few inches of rain connected with Ian but this was ridonkulous. Bailed out a friend's dink, too.  Note to the masses: blue tarps make crappy boat covers, and now another two billion tiny plastic shreds get into the aquasphere.

Saturday, October 1, 2022
Number of days:
1 day
  • really powerful winds cancel sailboat race...film at 11
  • pretty high tide though
  • there's something very large and angry in there

We pulled the plug on the Race to Rock Hall.  Fx was just too dicey and AYC, TAYC, HdGYC and CYC had all canceled their weekend events.  So I get to PSA about 30 minutes past when our first warning gun would have gone off...and of course it was blowing a mere 12 kn and not raining.  I jumped into a kayak paddled out to the mouth of Black Hole Creek to see if it was really blowing in the river. It wasn't.

While zenning-out back in a recess in the creek, I was just a few feet off the tall grass, just listening to the waves lap up on shore and I guess my resting there too long made some sort of very large mammal nervous.  Suddenly, just a few fet away but obscured my the foliage, something got up and crashed through the undergrowth. I mean large. I expected a water buffalo or huge moose to come charging out to swamp the kayak and stomp me into the mud. But it was probably just a large buck who got pissed off I disturbed his nap.

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022
Number of days:
1 day

Groundhog's day - mirroring last week but maybe even a bit more breeze.  Not our best night, but at least when the O/B motor mount broke, the outboard didn't take a swim.

Finishing inside Ft. Mac is nice, reminds me of when I kept a small sailboat in the Inner Harbor in the 1980s.  Coming into the city at dusk is always a sight!

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