sailed staysails. no jib boom for lots of years. Especially Erica's cutter rigged
Crealock 37
sloop. Narry a problem, lads and lasses.
But....
Just one tale of dumb with a jb boom on a Freedom maybe 34 (?)... in the
BVI , many years ago.. Bare boat, four people, two skilled, and great friends who wanted to
work and be part of the experience. This beast also had main sheet
electric winch... not good. Very slow. And I mean SLOOOW.
We were sailing down wind, wing and wing, with a preventer rigged to the aft end of the giant bloody mainsail boom and secured to the starboard bow cleat forward. Approaching land, had to jjbe the main over to get away from land and
head over to Jost Van Dyke.
This will be entertaining and worth a
rum.
No big deal, I have everyone at their duty station, all set to handle the sheets, and the
helm. I need to go up forward to release the long line main boom preventer. Not ued to jib booms, but I sure am now.
I release the mainsail boom preventer at the bow, and start to walk back to bring the line back to the
cockpit and remove it totally from the aft section of the boom. Do not need it for the next tack, broad reaching direct to Little Harbor on Jost.
Nancy was trying to hual in on the main sheet, that has an eclectric
winch, her feet up on the
cabin bulkhead...pullling hard. The .bloody thing would not break out, and the process was slow.
I am looking at her, and thinking about avoiding being hit by that huge mainsail boom .
WAHMMOOOOO ! I am hit hard at the base of my skull and an now airborne heading over the life lines, and
overboard. I dropped the slacked preventer, and can see this is not going to be good. I am going overboard
head first.
As I am now totally flying thru space, I tucked by elbows in and made 45 degree hooks with my arms that snagged the lifeline. Feet are in the air, momentem from the hit, my body wavers a bit and crashes down onto the fore deck splashway. The preventer is now still secured to the aft end of the boom and trailing astern.
We finailly complete the jibe, trim for a broad reach, and I hual in , remove and stow the now C-gasketed preventer.
What the hell happend ??. Well, as we got ready to jibe, due to the canyons of the island , a wind shifts and the fairly high off the deck metal jib boom caught the wind and did its own ferocious jibe. I never saw it coming.
Now all is squared away, our friends were
motor vessel owners in
Minnesota and voulteered for the sheriffs dept
rescue squad, They checked out my eyeball transiting from left to ritht, and the back of my head. One of them goes down below and gets some ice and a red dishtowel, and ties a lovely bow on the top of my head, the ice pressed to the base of my skull.
The other one, pours a tall glass of Mt.
Gay Rum, and we are toasting and laughing. I believe we still have the
photo of me up top side, that silly looking bright red bandana tied to my head, a rum in my hand, and the other hand giving the middle finger salute with a smile to the
camera.
Now, I know about jib booms and plan accordingly with actual situational awareness of those Freedom Boat metal skull whackers..
Other lesson, always sail with a good supply of Rum. And you can't kill an Irishman by hitting him on the head.
Seems we can always turn a negative into a positive. Easier go go thru life..