Do You Remember Your First Bucket?

[carstenb]

Originally Posted by brutb

if necessary borrow your boat neighbors bucket to see if their bucket fits into your life style.

Most on this forum would rather lend out their wives/husbands than their bucket

Some things are just too personal

[w32honu]

Originally Posted by carstenb

Most on this forum would rather lend out their wives/husbands than their bucket

Some things are just too personal

Good call!!!!!!

[Coops]

Originally Posted by carstenb

Most on this forum would rather lend out their wives/husbands than their bucket

Some things are just too personal

Now there is a plan for the solo sailor. Spy a good looking partner on a boat, go across and suggest that you need to borrow either the partner or a bucket. Cannot lose whichever they choose.

Coops.

[Sailor g]

Originally Posted by Coops

Now there is a plan for the solo sailor. Spy a good looking partner on a boat, go across and suggest that you need to borrow either the partner or a bucket. Cannot lose whichever they choose.

Coops.

Once you tried my bucket, you would never, ever trade again. Good looking, shiny bucket- made to last. It is attractive to other boaters but you wouldn't want to share it. They might scratch it or worse, not return it. You would miss that bucket. You dream about its shine, it's golden glow. You would wake In a sweat thinking about it. No bucket would replace it.


Now, don't talk of sharing buckets again. Partners, maybe, but not buckets! Shame on you!

Gloria

[Sailor g]

Ok, my buckets a but older but looks good when airbrushed! LOL!

[charliehows]

Twas a dark and stormy night, the wind like a dying gull through the shrouds, in the gathering gloom Great Barrier Island loomed its forbidding bulk above me, a fearful lee shore. Somewhere in the darkening turmoil ahead I knew there was a break into Tryphena but I didnt know whether I'd be able to get close enough before the night descended.
The only guide I'd have now would be a break in the foam clamouring onto the snarling hackles of the approaching shore. One chance to spot it and run in was all I needed, but a wrong turn meant no going back and no reprieve. Every break between the hammering surf was a moment of false hope, only to be snatched back at the very instant of decision by another crashing wall of grey spume at the edge of the light. Each time I saw a gap I'd hold my breath swearing at my desperate impatience, holding off and holding off. One shot. It held for a moment, I waited. It held but I knew I had to hold back until there was no doubt, and then wait a bit more, til the tiller walked across by itself and I threw her into the blind chance of a wild guess, hunched over for the moment of horrible revelation as the rocks of my imagination surged out of the sea ahead to claim me. But they didnt come.
As the water cleared ahead of me i knew we were in the clear. For the first time in a good while I realised how tightly I'd been gripping the tiller, eased her off and slipped the tie rope onto the cleat to give my arms a rest. It was as close as I'd like to come to that sort of buggerup.
That was the moment the last dirty little rogue wave smacked over the weather beam, my trusty old bucket sitting against the mizzen shrouds, tipped for an instant, then she was gone into the roiling abyss, the old painter having no ghost of a chance to hold against the snap of the grasping ocean. My moment of triumph snatched away with the last glimpse of her bravely bobbing into the whitecaps, the wind seizing her with howls of execration.

[Coops]

Brilliant!

Coops.

[w32honu]

Gloria,

That is indeed a devilishly shiny bucket!!!!

[Sailor g]

Originally Posted by charliehows

Twas a dark and stormy night, the wind like a dying gull through the shrouds, in the gathering gloom ...

That was the moment the last dirty little rogue wave smacked over the weather beam, my trusty old bucket sitting against the mizzen shrouds, tipped for an instant, then she was gone into the roiling abyss, the old painter having no ghost of a chance to hold against the snap of the grasping ocean. My moment of triumph snatched away with the last glimpse of her bravely bobbing into the whitecaps, the wind seizing her with howls of execration.

I had bad dreams all night about that poor bucket!!

[Sailor g]

Originally Posted by w32honu

Gloria,

That is indeed a devilishly shiny bucket!!!!

LOL!

[Cormorant]

Let's organize a Bucketeers annual get-together here:

Albany Bucket Museum

Great Escapes • travel • Lifestyle • ISSUE 49•10 • Mar 9, 2013


Learn about the history of buckets with a self-guided tour through the museum's four fascinating exhibits, then sit down and watch the hourly documentary about buckets and their role in winning America's independence.


Albany Bucket Museum | The Onion - America's Finest News Source


(It's in The Onion, so it must be true!)

[sailorboy1]

My bucket must be real special. Just this afternoon I was amazed at the number of different things I was able to put in it.

[David_Old_Jersey]

Originally Posted by Cormorant

Let's organize a Bucketeers annual get-together here:

That is feasible - we now have 50 members!

Cruisers & Sailing Forums - The International Bucketeer Squadron!

[Therapy]

Originally Posted by David_Old_Jersey

That is feasible - we now have 50 members!

Cruisers & Sailing Forums - The International Bucketeer Squadron!

How do you get 50 out of ten.

OHHHH. Never mind it's you DOJ...................

[Travelnik]

Originally Posted by Therapy

How do you get 50 out of ten.

OHHHH. Never mind it's you DOJ...................

Click on the "view all members" link.