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2009 Races & Events
2009 Annual Meeting - Summary by Dave Bleil

Approximately fifty people attended this year's annual meeting of the Chesapeake Catboat Association on Saturday March 7 at the Severn Inn across from the U.S. Naval Academy. This year we had a separate room for our exhibits and the ability to conduct business without competing with the noises of the rest of the restaurant. Steve Flesner displayed a library of recommended reading for Catboat owners, as well as the exhibit of the text and photographs he had displayed at the Catboat Association meeting in Mystic, CT. The display contained photos ofMaynard's boat yard on Knapps Narrows and workshop on Tilghman Island, all nine of the catboats Maynard built along with detailed photos of the building of two Fenwick Williams 1 6’s, Catnipper (1 998) and Pyewacket (2008). The owner of Chessie Cat (1 980) a Fenwick Williams 21 built by Maynard, introduced himself and advised the group that the boat was now up in Southeast Harbor, ME undergoing repairs after sailing for years on the Chesapeake. Maynard used to say, “You tell those folks up in New England we build catboats down here.” Steve announced plans to donate the display to a maritime museum on the Eastern Shore. Hall Kellogg, director of the Tilghman Island Waterman's Museum was present to accept the donation as were several members of the Lowery family. Steve also thanked Dave Park, Marc Cruder and Peter Brewer for donating photos for his project.

The following schedule of events was discussed and agreed upon - others see above
- Poplar Island Restoration Tour 10 July 2009 Contact David Bleil 410-721-0375
- Sail-in & cookout on Whitemarsh Creek 11-12 July 2009 Contact: Marc Cruder 410-987-9616

Butler Smythe gave an update on the website and reminded everyone that if there are updates or changes, members should call him. He is able to post changes to the website very quickly. Remember that weather and other unpredictable factors can cause last minute changes. If changes or cancellations occur we will try to advise by email when possible but everyone should check the website http://Chesapeakecatboats.org before starting out if there is even a suspicion that the event might be altered. The website is the best place for up to the minute news of events, event changes and boats for sale. Various search engines including Google have cataloged our site so listing boats for sale on our web pages will generate worldwide exposure. Drawings were also held for prizes, including an artistically decorated trowel donated by Alane Ortega of Quarter Creek Co. Mosaics and a numbered print of Oscar Pease sailing Vanity, a scallop dredger, the last working Catboat in North America. The decorated shovel was won by John Brown and the print of Vanity was won by John
Bradley and family.




2009 Races & Events


Event             
1.  Annual Meeting Severn Inn (Annapolis) COMPLETE   
    7 March (Sat) 2009 1200 -1600   Contact: Marc Cruder 410-987-9616

2.  2009 Long Cruise COMPLETE                   
    7-13 June 2009  Contact: Marc Cruder 410-987-9616

3.  Patuxent River Shootout A WASH OUT       
    20 June 2009 Contact: Steve Flesner 410-586-8179 or Butler Smythe 240-298-2602

4.  Poplar Island Restoration Tour COMPLETE
    10 July 2009 Contact David Bleil 410-721-0375

5.  Sail-in & cookout on Whitemarsh Creek COMPLETE
    11-12 July 2009 Contact: Marc Cruder 41 0-987-9616

6.  Corsica River Races COMPLETE           
    25-26 July 2009 Contact: David Park 410-827-4168

7.  Great Whitehall Race(Labor Day Weekend) COMPLETE
    6 September 2009 Contact: Butch Miller 410-271-2540

8.  Old Salt Race COMPLETE                
    11 September 2009 Contact: Van Nield 410-268-6008

9.  Prospect Bay Race  COMPLETE            
     12 September 2009 Contact: Roger Compton 516-656-3243 or MD #410-827-6019

10. St. Michael Small Craft Festival                
     03 October 2009 Contact: Dave Park 410-827-4168
Patuxent River Shootout 2009 - Summary by Steve Flesner

Or maybe it was the Patuxent Washout!  Catboater’s gathered once again at the Flesner’s on St. Leonard Creek for a race and cookout.  Gull, Wanderer  and Pussy Footin’ had been prepositioned at the Flesner’s along with Tuckernuck and Scotty after the Lower Potomac Cruise the week before.  Dusty (Butch & Denise Miller) arrived Friday afternoon followed on Saturday by Sun Shower, owned by Tom and Gretchen Morgan from Lynchburg, VA.  Caerulean would round out the fleet.  Unfortunately as Saturday dawned, the weather did its best not to cooperate.  Severe thunderstorm warnings accompanied by high winds and lighting were forecast for most of the day.  After a brief Captain’s meeting it was decided to postpone the race until Sunday AM, so with free time on our hands, some of us went over to Small Open Boats (SOB’s) in Port Republic. Ken Spring, the owner, was in the final stages of a restoration of a 1928 22 Square Meter racing boat known as Skeery Cruisers that was built by Abeking & Rassmussen.  What a beauty!  Long overhangs with a narrow pointed thin bow and a beautiful curved transom.  Cast bronze fish and dolphins for cleats and a gorgeous teak deck with lots of bright work.  She looked as if she could slice thru the water with no effort at all.  It will soon be on a lift at a neighbor of the Flesner’s so we may get a chance to see her in action.

Catboat owners were joined by Tim & Jan Cobert, (Bay Pilot), Kent & Nancy Muntford (biologist and orchid grower), Brenda & Joe Clark, Deborah & Kenney Keir, Eric & Nina (IRS & TSA!) and Rob & Leslie Dale (South African sailors, woodworker and artist) along with the usual suspects from the cruise, Marc, Debbie & Matt Cruder, David Bleil, Jim Ohlmacher, Dave Park, and John Brown (farmer & OS). The North Carolina barbeque was a bit spicy, but it didn’t seem to slow anyone down!  Good food, plenty of beer and wine and of course, catboat conversation kept the party going.  Matt Cruder refused to be skunked after taking a day off from work (crew on the Woodwind in Annapolis) so he took Marc out on Scotty, despite the pouring rain with occasional sun breaks.  Matt got the only sail in of the day, carrying on the Deborah Keir tradition of last year at the Shootout. Wet, but fun!  

Captain and crew spent the night on their boats and arose a bit after O dark 30 to have coffee and prepare for an early race as most had to look forward to a two day cruise home. Unlike last year with no wind, the forecast called for 20 – 25+ kts with a chance for thunder storms once again.  Reefs were tucked in at the dock and the fleet headed out following the committee boat run by Steve’s neighbor, Ricky and his son Brian. Caerulean met us in the creek with a rather unsettling report of strong winds and high waves.  Upon entering the Patuxent, all hell broke loose.  Those who were sailing were flying almost out of control.  A second or third reef would have been needed to cope with what we ran into.  A squall line…read wall of water, was moving directly down the river toward the scattered cats as the committee boat attempted to anchor and began taking water over the bow…not good in a 23 ft. bow rider.   Butler Smythe on Caerulean made the call with hand signals and no one asked for a second opinion!  Once back in the creek, Wanderer, Gull, Pussy Footin’ and Dusty retrieved dingys, put on foul weather gear and headed for a nasty day on the Bay.  Butch Miller reported they made Slaughter Creek late in the afternoon, exhausted and hungry as few had time to eat during the crossing, especially those who were solo.  
Marc Cruder reports on the crossing:  After the race, it was a screaming downwind leg with “chicken jibes” to shape up for the bridge.  Wind was strong and speeds high.  Butler took the lead out of the creek on engine and the kept it.  Last I saw of Sun Shower, it was on the southern shore headed south without sail just as the weather came through.  We never saw them again but I’m sure they made it to Solomons (they did).  Rounding Drum Point found us in heavy seas and strong northwest winds with a foul tide.  With a reef up and engine full tilt, we found some stability on the first tack, but it was not looking good for awhile.  Even a catboat has limits under these conditions.  I had to come off the wind so the sail would help the engine pull the boat through the seaway…and this was a day for more than just getting off the mooring engine power!  We found some balance after a while and some lee on the far shore as we made long tacks up the bay until we got to the James/Taylor Island cut, where we finally came off engine and had the best sail of the day until we picked up the marks into Slaughter Creek.  We had Pussy Footin’ and Dusty immediately behind us, while Gull eventually made the scene about an hour behind us in Chapel Creek.  Everyone was on the hook by 6 pm with a strong north breeze in the cove all night for good sleeping…and those in the smaller boats (especially solo sailors) hit the rack early…despite it being the longest day of the year with light until about 9:30 pm.  Even on Wanderer, though less harrowing, it was good to have a second person to relieve the helm on a regular basis. David Bleil on Gull described waves breaking over the bow, over the cabin and into the cockpit and his boots!   

Day two has us up and out of there before 7 am.  Winds were from the north, so better, and the seastate was nothing like the previous day where we were in foul weather gear all day.  Wanderer and Pussy Footin’ power sailed, while Gull and Dusty powered only.  As the day went on, the sea laid down and wind eased.  John and I were tied up at Ponder Cove, packed up and headed home by 5 pm.  

The weather got us last year and again this year.  The 2009 trophies done by Rob Dale will have to be touched up for 2010 as none were given out!  As Bill Hoover used to say…”we will live to sail another day.”  I guess that about sums it up. 

Corsica Yacht Club Races
25 & 26 July 2009

This year’s event was a combination of many type of catboats sailing and character boats, with good wind to severe conditions over the weekend.

A new attendee was Guy Beckly with wife Liz and crew Danny Marqise sailing “Patience” an 1898 Crosby from the upper Bay. She proved to be a capable sailor, despite her 111 years of age, and sporting the original low aspect main. Having sailed 65 miles to attend she was awarded the “distance” award.

As the following list shows, we had a nice variety of boats;
1st Ben Heilman       Mistoffelees     Marshall 15
2nd Rich McLaughlin   Tenacity          Marshall 22
3rd Marc Cruder        Wanderer        Wittholtz 25  
4th  Drew McMullen     Kathe     Beetle Cat
5th  Guy Beckly         Patience  Crosby20
6th  David Bleil           Gull        Legnos 20
7th  Butch Miller         Dusty     Marshall 18
8th  Mike Crawford     Homer     Wittholtz 17
8th  John Bradley       1920 Sneakbox
10thPete McCrary       AnnaPenobscot 14

Following dinner on Saturday evening, a strong front came through with high winds putting some boats aground, and fouled anchors on others. Sunday called for more heavy weather, and due to the distance
some had to travel an early departure was prudent. But as always, the CRYC did an excellent job of running the event, providing a wonderful meal, with live music, etc. My takeaway from this race, was when one of our members told
me that during the race Drew McMullen’s wife and small son were aboard, and the little boy was pulling his small toy boat behind the Beetle on a string. It speaks to the nice family atmosphere of this event. Hope to see more of you there next year!










































































2009 CCBA CRUISE

Introduction: Venturing south early this year, got us more than we bargained for in foul weather, light winds, hot sun and longer distances on the broad lower Potomac. However, we initiated new solo cruiser Steve Flesner, who stepped up and delivered, completing his 5 year restoration of Tuckernuck, a Mystic 20 in time for the cruise. Although a broken gaff early on almost broke his spirit, he persevered, proving the condition of the original single cylinder Yanmar, while honing his skills learning a new boat. We welcomed southern cruisers we hadn’t seen in a few years, had a few drive in dinner guests and got to see some very nice natural surroundings in the creeks of the Potomac. Swing-man John Brown was back and split his time between training aboard Tuckernuck and recuperating aboard Wanderer. Finally, “mother nature” and sanity altered our last night out to a more than pleasant stop at St. Jerome’s Creek. Grab your charts - Here’s how it went….

Returning Cruisers
- Marc “Everybody down and get a line on the dock” Cruder with part-time crew John “I’m the next Don Dunn” Brown sailing Wanderer –Wittholz/Prudence 25.
- David “Have you checked the weather - the squall will be thru around 8” Bleil with crew Jim “The place is frickin’ empty” Ohlmacher sailing Gull - Mystic 20.
- Butch “Bring it over to the shop” Miller sailing Dusty - Marshall 18
- Rich “I know you’re busy, but I have a question” Mclaughlin with crew Mike “Nimble in the dinghy” Crawford sailing Tenacity - Marshall 22.
- Dave “Just polishing my bright work” Park sailing Pussy Footin’ – Mystic 20

New Cruisers
- Steve “No More Excuses” Flesner with part-time crew John “There is a Porta-Pot on this vessel, isn’t there captain?” sailing Tuckernuck – Mystic 20.

Cruisers we met along the way
- Stuart “G-flex to the rescue” Hopkins sailing Muskrat – Yawl rigged Marshall 22
- Sid “Bubba light rigged” and wife Gail “I’m the only thing he hasn’t gotten rid of after all these years” Tiesenga sailing Quest – Menger 23

Cruise Support along the way 
- Pete “I’m meeting a high school classmate – she’s not my wife” McCrary
- Matt “You’ve got weather coming your way” Cruder
- Butler “Pax River gaff fleet escort boat” Smythe sailing Caerulean – Menger 23

Saturday, 6/06:  Pre-cruise staging
Arrived at St. Leonard’s Creek with swing-man John Brown to board and make final preparations aboard Wanderer. I moved the boat here the previous weekend instead of add two more days on each side of the cruise. Tuckernuck, Gull, Tenacity, Pussyfootin’ and later Dusty were present and accounted for to complete the initial flotilla. Although we were all moved onto our boats, Steve Flesner hosted burgers on the grille, finalized Tuckernuck’s provisioning and got the grass cut (with a little catboat help) before we all called it an early night. As this would be the first long cruise for both Tuckernuck and her owner, swing-man Brown was detailed to Tuckernuck during the day to provide moral and physical support while retaining a berth aboard Wanderer for recharging at night.

Sunday, 6/07:  Day One - Destination:  Smith Creek
Weather: Sunny and fair with light south winds, increasing thru the day to 12 kts

We had a first leg of over 35 miles, and needed to catch the fair tide so all were up at about 0600 to a light breakfast ashore of coffee, bagels and yogurt. At the last minute, Grandma Grace (my wife Deb’s mother) made a batch of raisin scones that I brought up from the boat to round out the fare. They were a big hit and almost gone at their first appearance. After thanking our hosts, the group was away at about 0710, including Tuckernuck finally, after 5 years on the hard. There were photo opportunities aplenty as we powered down the creek for the Patuxent River with Wanderer bringing up the rear.

Raised sail once on the Patuxent with all catboats in sight ahead but keeping close tabs on Tuckernuck as captain and crew were getting acquainted. Initial indications were good when I saw Tuckernuck’s sail go up and I could take a few pictures. The wind was light so we were all under power as we headed southeast towards the bay with our sails acting as perfect shades against the rising sun. By 0910, we were abeam the Drum Point flashing red with Tenacity and Dusty ahead and the 3 Mystic 20s astern after a stop at Solomon’s Island. Came off the engine at about 0935 to give the Mystic 20s and particularly Tuckernuck, a chance to catch up. We were steering a course of about 130 degrees PMC (per magnetic compass) with a light following west wind exiting the river.

At 1000, rounded the remnants of Cedar Point Lighthouse on the south side of the Patuxent, moving at about 3 kts per GPS under power and sail again, with no sea state but a foul tide that would by with us all day. By 1130 we were passing inside and abeam the USN aerial bombing targets with a freshening south and slightly east wind moving us along at about 4 kts per GPS on a magnetic compass course due south toward Point No Point Lighthouse. Conducted the noon radio check with all in sight and on radio except for Tenacity, obviously somewhere well ahead of us. By 1300 and still under power and sail hauled in tight on the gallows but pulling, Wanderer was unnaturally but comfortably tacking between 140 degrees and 200 degrees PMC, moving at about 4.5 kts per GPS against south winds now up to about 12 kts.

At 1430, we rounded Point Lookout by “chicken jibe” as the wind continued to freshen and I was alone on the big boat. The new course was about 340 degrees PMC, with Pussyfootin’ nearest astern. We were both on a run now and off the engine moving briskly. In another hour, we found the #2 red marking the entrance to Smith and Jutland Creeks at Calvert Bay. The chart indicated shallow water outside the buoy line and as I shaped up for it, I decided I wasn’t up to the two jibes it would take to sail Wanderer thru alone with full sail up in a following wind and sea that were now showing sustained whitecaps. Discretion being the better part of valor, I added the engine and dropped sail, navigating the buoy line under power. Rounded the #6 red off Wynne at 1600 entering Smith Creek, then navigated to anchor in about 9 feet of water a half hour later, rafting up to long lost (at least for most of the day), Tenacity.

The anchorage was easy to find to port. Muskrat, the yawl rigged Marshall 22 was not to be missed, nor was the sky blue of Tenacity’s spars. That said, the boats kept rolling in with some taking advantage of fuel and ice at Point Lookout Marina just north of Smith Creek. The boats set up in two raft ups in something of a small boat/big boat split with Dusty, Pussyfootin’ and Gull in one raft while Tenacity and Wanderer were eventually joined by Quest. Last but not least after a fuel stop for 1 gallon of diesel were Capt Brown and his charge Seaman Flesner in Tuckernuck, who survived the first day to raft up with the big boys. The usual swim call, then happy hour ensued aboard Quest at the invitation of Sid and Gail Tiesenga with requisite dinghy photo ops.

Note: All was well until I found part of my gaff tongue on the deck. Further inspection indicated the rest of it was up in place at the front of the gaff jaws. This was a replacement piece that had been on the boat at least 3 seasons, but alas a lamination (perhaps in the wrong direction) with a starved glue line. I was looking for a solution or might have to sail without it…more to follow.

Monday, 6/08: Day Two - Destination: Canoe Neck Creek – St. Clements Bay
Weather:  Sunny & Fair with winds light from the south increasing to 5 kts

Smith Creek was a nice spot with undeveloped and natural surrounds. There was a light breeze all night so we were not bothered by insects. The raft-ups stayed intact overnight. In the morning, I rowed over to the small boat raft-up to find that Dusty had some 5-minute epoxy suitable for my gaff tongue repair. Back on Wanderer and after breakfast, Muskrat came by and had the latest from the Gudgeon Brothers - G-Flex epoxy. Quest offered up small stuff to wrap the repair as a clamp and the die was cast. I worked the repair while Capt Brown drilled Seaman Flesner and Tuckernuck around the anchorage.

After the repair was set and curing, indications were that the Mystic 20 practice session was finishing up, so we were underway under power at about 1030. Bringing up the rear again but with milder conditions than when we came in, I cut the outboard channel short, rounding up on the fish trap in Calvert Bay at about 1130 to be swarmed by all manner of biting flies and no-see-ums. It was a crazy “bugs a plenty” situation from out of nowhere.

Conducted the noon radio check with a visual on all boats ahead, while having comms with Tuckernuck and Tenacity. At 1415 I was abeam Piney Point under sail and power on a course of 310 degrees PMC making about 3 kts per GPS. Checked the epoxy repair to the gaff tongue out in the cockpit sun and found it set up and ready for reinstallation. By 1500, I was abeam the Ragged Point spider buoy to port, with Quest astern and Tuckernuck on the starboard beam. At 1630, I came up on the red/green “HI” buoy on the south side of St. Clements Island and shaped up for St. Clements Bay.

Sailed into the first cove to starboard in Canoe Neck Creek behind Quest and Dusty . Dropped sail and anchor, then took Tuckernuck on the port side to find they broke their gaff, and Tenacity on the starboard side. We immediately had to mitigate the situation by consoling and cajoling Steve with Dark and Stormies, promising we’d all look at the problem and put our heads together on it….later. Capt Brown, now over the worst of the day and duly fortified, provided dinghy taxi service for Quest. Wanderer entertained all comers with Gosling’s and Ginger Beer as the cockpit filled up in every direction.

Note: Steve was understandably frustrated at losing half his propulsion and even ceremoniously put the sail cover on to indicate he was done. But after soundly criticizing a prior repair that Steve did not make, we talked him out of packing it in, although we couldn’t talk him into a temporary repair.

Tuesday 6/09: Day Three - Destination: Colonial Beach, VA
Weather: Overcast with a line of storms initially – winds south at 5 kts

With low mileage to our next stop and some questionable weather gathering, we were in no rush to move out early. That said, some had other plans and we would loose our southern members to other commitments. Muskrat was off and away at 0700 just before the national weather service came across the VHF with a severe weather alert. For those  still anchored, the weather alert manifest itself as a large horizontal “roll” cloud with brief, subsequent showers and lightning.

Once the weather rolled through I reinstalled the repaired gaff tongue, but not before loosing a stainless 3/8 inch nut over the side. A galvanized nut was found among several holding the steering wheel shaft carrier bearing, so the installation was complete. Aside from Muskrat’s G-flex epoxy, Dusty came through with the cordless drill and 3/8 inch bit to chase the hole through the tongue to remove excess epoxy. So it was truly a group effort and I learned what I should have in an onboard repair kit.

With my gaff repaired and the weather clearing, boats were getting underway. Quest was the next boat out of the creek at 0900 and headed south, with the others close behind. Tuckernuck opted to stay with us under power alone, so received Captain Brown aboard for the day. Wanderer was away under power at about 0915 and abeam the #7 green in Dukehharts Channel on the north side of St. Clements Island by about 1015. Set sail at 1030 with a light wind from the south on a course of 280 degrees PMC moving at about 2.5 kts per GPS. By 1100, I was abeam the #14A red nun off St. Catherine Island and moving only slightly faster at about 3.0 kts per GPS. 
Made the noon radio check with our contingent back down to 5 boats, all in sight ahead. Dusty answered up, while Tenacity was sighted exploring the southern shore of the river, presumably looking for the entrance to Popes Creek; the sight of the George Washington Birthplace National Monument. The wind continued to be light from astern with no seaway. Although the boat was moving, there was wind across the deck and the sun was high, which moved me to walk down the rudder for a quick dip at about 1330. Thank God for rudder steps. The casino on the peninsula that is Colonial Beach was more than evident ahead. In another half hour, dropped sail in the vicinity of the red #4 at the entrance to Monroe Creek on the south side of Colonial Beach, VA. By 1430 we were all tied up in the transient slip area of Colonial Beach Yacht Center, only to find the marina and the Blue Heron Pub closed…the first miscalculation of the trip. The ice truck was making a regular delivery, so we negotiated a few bags from the driver. The marina owner lived just a mile down the road, quickly found out we were there and came to introduce himself. He explained that since everyone else closes on Mondays, he closes on Tuesdays, but recommended the Happy Clam at the north end of Monroe Creek. We then  confirmed the combination to the showers agreeing to settle up in the morning. CCBA member Pete McCrary arrived by car and wisely chose to drive to dinner.

So, with the Happy Clam on the agenda, all agreed to be aboard Wanderer at 1730 for a catboat ferry ride to dinner. Made phone contact with my son Matt, who had the day off from deckhand duties aboard the Woodwind Schooners of Annapolis and was also driving down to meet us for dinner. Confirmed he was enroute. We did not check the weather before leaving the dock. How much trouble could you get into on a creek only going about a mile in bright sunshine?…apparently more than you’d think. We left the dock under power only and shortly noticed a quickly darkening and I mean darkening like black, sky making up ahead of us. Just about the time that I realized we wouldn’t make it all the way to the restaurant, Dusty remarked; “Can’t this thing go any faster?” Well, more speed or not, I had a decision to make and quick. I saw an open slip with 4 pilings a few docks ahead of the Happy Clam and decided that was the new destination. Luckily I had rigged mooring lines at every cleat before we left, so all that was left was the last command of: “Everybody down so I can see….when we hit the slip, get lines on the dock!” Just then, the wind hit that 10 inch diameter mast and we were setting down and away from the dock in an instant. I only had one shot at it and threw the rudder hard left while kicking the BUKH 20 for all it was worth overcoming the force on the mast just long enough for the all catboat crew to get lines on the dock and pilings in every direction. An impressive display of seamanship that I’d have been pressed to do alone. Now the rain was coming down in buckets, but we were secure. Some crew ran ahead and got permission from the dock owner to tie up and use his yard as an easement to the Happy Clam. Lived to sail another day.

We had a nice dinner with full crew, slightly wet down but not defeated. Matt showed up within 10 minutes asking if I had gotten his phone message about weather coming our way. He struggled over the high and windy 2-lane Route 301 bridge and experienced the storm ahead of us. Of course I was in no position to answer electronic devices jingling in the cabin. Nonetheless all were safe. We enjoyed local seafood while lightning flashed and rain continued outside. With a few cars available, some chose alternate return transportation. The rest embarked aboard Wanderer at about 2030, huddled in the cabin hoping for the best. The rain had stopped and the only thing I had to worry about was finding the daymarks in the dark and navigating around the crab pot fields. Gave a short aviation style safety briefing for the return trip to ensure everyone knew bunk cushions could be used as life jackets in the event of a water landing. With vigilant lookouts John Brown and David Bleil on deck, we were moored back at Colonial Beach Yacht Center at 2130 after ensuring “tray tables were in the upright and locked position” prior to the docking maneuver. It was nothing like the previous one.

Took Matt aboard for the night, relocating swing-man Brown to a berth aboard Dusty. The other cats were moored alongside; not in slips, so there was some unexpected outcome from the storm, which called for mooring adjustments, but all finally settled down. That was enough for one night. Thank you Mother Nature – Lights out.

Wednesday 6/10: Day Four - Destination: Nomini Creek – South side of the Potomac
Weather: Sunny with winds from the south at 5 kts

The weather settled down and it was an uneventful night at the dock. Glad to spend a little time with Matt who had not been aboard for an overnight in quite awhile. We laid in to wait for the marina to open. With good weather forecast for the day, Tuckernuck decided to go solo continuing the trip under power, now that every day would only bring him closer to home. So having been displaced again, Captain Brown reported back aboard Wanderer and immediately got busy cooking up chorizo and eggs for three. I was glad to have him back. We would keep an eye on Tuckernuck from a distance while John might get a chance to recuperate from his day in the sun on the Mystic 20.

We squared up with the marina at $1.50 a foot. Some waited on the gas dock attendant. Matt killed some time rowing the dinghy around, then we walked around the boatyard to inventory what was on the hard, finding at least one old Mathews flush deck cruiser that was in nice shape for its age. Finally, Matt handled my dock lines and then took off down the road by car. It was 1000 when we got away from the dock. Set sail shortly after to keep John shaded from the morning sun that we were headed into. Within an hour we were off the engine and enjoyed a nice southeasterly sail on a course of about 160 degrees PMC, moving at about 3.5 kts per GPS. .

By 1300 we were abeam Mt. Airy, VA with Currioman Bay in sight. At 1415 we were abeam the PRV6B Marker off Hollis Marsh. In another half hour, we added engine to stem the tide as we came up on the #2 red at the bottom of Nomini Bay, picking up the channel to Nomini Creek. By 1600, after navigating local watermen working the creek, we were anchored off Mount Holly at the bottom of Nomini Creek. Dusty and Tuckernuck rafted up along side while Gull’s crew joined the happy hour aboard Wanderer after a requisite swim call. Tenacity found a good spot up at the top of Nomini Creek and stayed there for the night. Everyone to their own hooks for the night. Tuckernuck completed a solo day without incident and stayed alongside.

Thursday, 6/11:  Day Five – Destination: Port Kinsale on the West Yeocomico River
Weather:  Overcast; with winds from the southeast at 5-10 kts

There was a nice breeze in the creek so we started sleeping on deck until rain later drove us back into the cabin. Despite the weather, which came and went, it was a quiet night on the hook. Got underway in the morning under power at about 0830, watching the watermen work and surprised at how quiet they were. As is usually the case on the Chesapeake, the ways of the local watermen are regional. In this case, the workboats on Nomini Creek where consistent in their use of technology, with transoms modified to accept modern 4 stroke outboards. Honda was the engine of choice. The result is we were not awakened as we have been in some creeks at very early hours by straight exhaust V-8 auto engines. It was interesting and not the result of gentrification on the creek as there was no modern development of note. Seems it may just have been for efficiency.

In about an hour, we were out of the creek with no sign of Tenacity as we passed the green #5 behind White Point where they had anchored. Off Kincopisco Point we set sail on a course of 060 degrees PMC and came off the engine as we traversed the width of the river. At 1115 we crossed bows with Dusty, then tacked around to a course of 150 degrees PMC and back on the engine to stem the tide headed for Sandy Point on the south shore. We tacked around again at 1145 to 100 degrees PMC with a good visual on Piney Point and moving at about 3.5 kts per GPS. In another hour, we tacked one more time shaping up on a course of 160 degrees PMC for the Yecomico River, with Dusty astern. The predicted scattered thunderstorms looked like they were making up in the western sky and we hoped we might beat the weather to the dock, but it was not to be. At about 1430 in the vicinity of the #2 flashing red off Lynch Point at the mouth of the Yecomico we were hit by a passing squall. Since we had time to watch it coming, John and I were already in foul weather gear with a good compass heading to the #3 green, our next intended mark in the river before visibility due to rain, went to zero. We were under power, but also full sail, so it got interesting for a little bit. The quick wind increase churned up the shallow water off the point and of course backed around so we had no choice but to follow the wind, since the sail was up. We sailed almost in a full circle over the course of the 10 minutes it took the squall to pass, while were taking rainwater into the cockpit sufficient to require one of us to bail since, of course, the water was pooling where the drain wasn’t, since we were healed. Just as we thought we had things under control, visibility came back up enough for John to say: “Well, there’s the beach,” to which I responded: “That’s not good, steer away from that.” In the end, the squall passed as if nothing had happened, the sun came up and it was hot again. John remarked: “My, wasn’t that refreshing” and “the boat pulled us through again.” We took the opportunity to douse sail and noted everyone else was docked except for us and Dusty, who was now cutting Lynch Point close to get into the river. By 1600, we were in a slip at Port Kinsale Marina with the rest of the catboats. Most were in before the squall. Tenacity and crew watched from the bar, and Tuckernuck, under power alone, bare-knuckled it abeam the last buoy before the marina when he lost visibility. So everyone had some fun.

We found the showers, got cleaned up and met for happy hour at the Moorings Restaurant at about 1730. Stuart and Dee Hopkins (Muskrat) drove in to join us for dinner with proof of having battled the “roll cloud” of 2 days earlier. Stuart produced a picture of the roll cloud and a shot of his GPS showing a speed of 7.1 kts in his Marshall 22 cat yawl. Quite impressive. The menu and its execution were not to be faulted and all left pleased. Some of the group re-formed in Wanderer’s cockpit to explore a nightcap with Sailor Dave or at Kentucky Tavern. Another good day.

Friday, 6/12:  Day Six - Destination: St. Jerome Creek instead of Smith Point
Weather: Clearing with winds from the southwest, moving around to the north

Up and making coffee at 0700 after a somewhat muggy night in the marina. Fuel, ice and dockage fees were paid off followed by a captain’s meeting on the dock. Considering the predicted winds and the distance down the Little Wicomico on the south side of the mouth of the Potomac, consensus was to take advantage of the southwest winds and turn the corner on Point Lookout to duck into St. Jerome Creek, which is the only inlet on the bay between the Potomac and the Patuxent Rivers. There were no negative votes, this being the down side of the trip and the group collectively getting “channel fever.”

With a plan in place, we were underway at about 0900 and I was making a second pot of coffee so we could enjoy the donuts John brought along. By 1000, we had raised sail and were moving nicely with the wind astern with all catboats ahead making for Point Lookout. At 1100, we jibed around to intercept Tuckernuck who seemed to be heading a little too far south. On the 1200 radio check we got a positive status on Tuckernuck, so decided to track him visually as we came up hard on the wind about 1230, rounding Point Lookout and moving up the western shore at about 4.5 kts per GPS. Tenacity was already up at Point No Point and reported he had a good course and was continuing on instead of stopping. Wished he and his crew safe home and then got down to navigating into St. Jerome Creek. This is a tricky creek with a switchback entrance between 2 sandy and shallow spits of beach. Some years back, I tried it under sail in Sylph, my Hermann 17, but had too much foul tide running thru the opening and had to resort to the outboard. This time, wind was ample but not heavy and tide was fair, so I decided to give it a shot under sail. We sailed the buoy line, dropped sail and put out a stern hook without engine. Sometimes things just work, and you can never practice enough without the engine.

Everyone found their hook, while we took Tuckernuck alongside. The decision was good one. We were settled by 1400, the weather was perfect and swim call was the best of the trip. St. Jerome Creek has a sandy bottom, so even the water color is uncharacteristically tropical in appearance. With a nice wind in the creek and sun, but not scorching, the atmosphere and conditions were right for a leisurely afternoon of recharging and recreating. A suitable happy hour ensued as we added Dusty alongside. John decided to cook up some type of port tenderloin surprise as he extolled the benefits of cooking by “reduction.” There was plenty all around, none of it helping any of us reduce. Dinner was topped off by local entertainment as we watched what we thought was a controlled burn become an uncontrolled fire. Tuckernuck called it in to 911, specifying  location in the creek. That almost immediately got the local fire siren going, but then we listened to the fire trucks drive around to the south side of the creek, until they were just looking across the water at the fire. Needless to say, the structure burned as we watched by binoculars. The north side of St. Jerome Creek is now speckled with new, large second homes, unoccupied during this event. We did all we could do, the fire burned down and out…no thanks to the local fire department. You win some and you lose some I guess. Enough fun for one day. Everyone was ready for the final leg back to the Patuxent River.

Saturday 6/13: Day Seven - Destination: Homeward Bound/St. Leonard’s Creek
Weather: Overcast with north winds at 5 – 10 kts

Up at 0600 with a no nonsense breakfast of coffee and hard boiled eggs compliments of Tuckernuck. Added some diesel to Tuckernuck’s fuel stingy once cylinder Yamnar and then got the group underway under power by 0700. Navigated the channel out and set sail off Point No Point at about 0730, retaining the engine to stem the ebb. Our course was due east at a speed of about 4.0 kts per GPS with all catboats ahead under sail. Tuckernuck took station crawling under power up close to the western shore where he was easily visible. After an hour, tacked around to a course of 330 degrees PMC and increased throttle to give us another half knot of speed. A little after 1000, we tacked around to our due east heading again, off the first of two domes prominent and visible between Point No Point and Cedar Point on the south side of the Patuxent River. At 1155, we were up fighting a strong ebb at the mouth of the river, taking several tacks to clear Cedar Point. On the 1200 radio check, had comms with Gull, Tuckernuck and the Patuxent River welcoming committee catboat Caerulean.

Tacked around into the Patuxent at about 1225 and off the engine, sailing at a good 4.0 kts per GPS. Sighted our charge Tuckernuck officially in the river. Although we should have stayed with him, it was too late, we were headed for the barn now, but kept the radio on just in case. At 1300 the wind died and we were still fighting the last of the tide. Kept the sail up for shade and came back on the engine. Passed under the Route 2/4 bridge and  around Point Patience at 1400. By 1430, the sail was down and we were headed for St. Leonard’s Creek with Gull and Tuckernuck visible astern. We turned into St. Leonard’s Creek at 1500 and were tied up at 1530.

We had plenty to do to clean up the boats as Tuckernuck came around the last bend an hour later. After a successful docking maneuver, we cleaned up and took a minute to congratulate Steve Flesner on his first long cruise complete, despite the adversity of a broken gaff. He was presented, or more correctly “re-gifted” a bag of exotic buckwheat pancake mix, reminiscent of another infamous Mystic 20 sailor, Captain Bill Hoover, marking Steve’s  and his Mystic 20’s accomplishment. He is expected to have everyone aboard for breakfast on next year’s long cruise.
The remaining group left their boats in anticipation of the Pax River Shootout the following weekend and emptied the Flesner driveway of extra cars. Cruise Complete.

Epilogue
Although a bit more arduous and complicated due to pre-staging than most of our cruises, we succeeded in getting on the Potomac the first night, where we joined our more southerly located members. On average, weather was good but hot due to consistently low wind speeds that were made up for on more than one occasion by line squalls, lightning shows or just plain downpour including a rare “roll cloud” sighting. That said, everyone handled conditions without further weather induced mishap and we all agreed that we now had some appreciation for the lower Potomac River.

On the upside, except for Tuckernuck’s gaff giving way just behind the jaws due to a less then well executed previous repair not made by the owner, and my broken but repaired gaff tongue thanks to a better prepared member who always carries epoxy onboard, all the other boats ran flawlessly. We spent a good deal of time powering under sail to provide ourselves shade, work against foul tides in light wind while certainly giving the auxiliaries a work out.  We congratulated Steve Flesner for making Tuckernuck “swim” again and look forward to her return under sail but enjoyed watching Steve gain confidence and perspective on what it takes to complete a long cruise with this group. 

A special thanks to our southern members for making the effort to intercept our path and join in some catboat camaraderie, as well as to the Flesner’s for hosting the pre and post-staging that enabled our success. I expect a low-impact cruise next year in the mid-Chesapeake focused on several of the rivers on the western shore. Keep an eye on our website at www.chesapeakecatboats.org, as plans develop. With another successful cruise down, look for us again in 2010 on the Chesapeake Bay.

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The Great Whitehall Race & Rendezvous – 2009
- Butch Miller

The year’s nineteenth running of the Great Whitehall Race proved to be one of the best in recent memory.  Six boats participated in near perfect conditions - bright with the winds out of the NE around 10kts with occasional significant gusts, virtually no seas and a noticeable lack of power boat wakes.  Great conditions for our mix of cats.

Whitehall Bay was its usual challenge being a small body surrounded on three sides by a tree lined shore with a gap in the NE corner, a.k.a. “The Slot”, and a tidal current down the center.  Playing the drift, headers and lifts caused by these features is an art form particular to this venue.  The course layout was changed this year to a shorter more traditionally shaped triangular course allowing the option of one or more races of twice around, then up and down as the weather dictates.  The race committee also managed to keep its commitment to have the marks remain in position.  Although less interesting, pier dodging, groundings and sails through anchorages were mostly avoided.  What would Bill think?

Peter Legnos made the trip down from Connecticut to join us again and to sail one of the local Mystic 20s against two others in a much anticipated “Battle of the Mystics.”  Unfortunately, due to weather and an errant thrust of a dipstick only Gull managed to post.  Peter did manage to slide into a welcomed crew position on Gull, much to the rest of the fleet’s dismay.  Hopefully, next year we’ll manage to get all three boats in the same place at the same time.

The weather allowed two well fought races having various upwind tacking schemes, a few lead changes, some mid-course “conversation” and two cats who lost their way. 

The social half of the day was also a great success despite a surprise plumbing issue which rendered the clubhouse unusable.  Thanks to our intrepid co-host Caroline Hoover and the fine weather the Pot Luck was moved to the lawn and the clubhouse was never missed.  The Capt. Bill Hoover Perpetual Trophy, a mounted Mystic 20 half-hull donated by Peter Legnos conceived to honor Bill’s character and his contributions to the CCBA and catboating, was presented to David Bleil for his first place finish.  This was the first win for Gull at her former home port in many years making it an even sweeter victory for David.  The Pot-Luck again opened with Mary Dunn’s always anticipated shrimp dish.  This year the soppers made it to everyone’s added enjoyment.  It was noted that the clean-up was much easier on the grass.

An added attraction was the appearance of Chesapeake, the O’Malley’s new to them 1910 Bugeye Schooner.  It seems their Marshall 22 was getting a little cramped for their changing style so they sized up to something that wields a hundred pound hook.  She’s a beauty and some racers couldn’t resist stopping by for a tour on the way in from the course.  She sailed down from Havre de Grace, a trip of over 40 miles as was Butler Smythe’s up from Solomon’s.

Of course there are many thanks to bestow.  Many thanks to Caroline Hoover for her 19th hosting of the event and saving the day; to the Millers for co-hosting and to Dave Park for manning the committee boat and keeping the cats in order.  Well, all but two.

For more on the Chesapeake Catboat Association please see www.chesapeakecatboats.org.

The Results:
PlaceSkipper    Boat       Design
1David BleilGull Mystic 20
2Steve Flesner   Scotty    Marshall 15
3Marc Cruder     Wanderer       Wittholtz 25
4Butler Smythe  Caerulean III   Menger 23
5Butch Miller      Dusty     Marshall 18
6Deborah Kerr     PatienceHandicat 14
 


2009 PROSPECT BAY CATBOAT REGATTA
– ROGER COMPTON

On an overcast Saturday afternoon in early September, three catboats hit the starting line for the last race of the summer of 2009.  The wind was gusty and from the NNW.  Between mechanical breakdowns, business trips, and parenting responsibilities, our normal seven to nine competitors failed to materialize.  The good news was that everyone came away with silver.

The results were:
PlaceSkipper         Boat Name       Type         Corr Time
1       D. Bleil GULL        Mystic 20+21.24 m

2       S. Flesner    SCOTTY    Marshall 15       24.49 m

3       D. Bevin       MARIAH    MARSHALL 22  27.24 m

Following the race the competitors, their families, and non-competing members of CCBA enjoyed refreshments and fellowship at Jill and Roger Compton’s home.  In addition to the trophy presentation for the 2009 PBCR, the Washington Irving “Tut” Tuttle Perpetual Trophy was presented to Dave Bleil and GULL for finishing first in the season-long series of CCBA sanctioned races in the Chesapeake Bay.

































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