I know it isn't a great pic, but how many of you have had your wife out on the rail with you when you had the lee hull "talkin" and she isn't worried about it?

YEE HA!!

Yes, I have, but sometimes the crew will "Squeak". If convinced you won't dump the boat, they MAY go out again with you.

I have heard that a "Squeaker" will never be seen again close to a cat if they have been around the bow because of "No Chicken Line". This never happened to MY CREW! <img src="http://www.catsailor.com/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I have to fight for the tiller with my wife!!!!! Here she is lettin' me drive Hoo-ah!!!

my wife is always trying to bring a third person to hold the boat down and because she is vey social. today we had very moderate wind. her preferred conditons.
what does the leeward hull talk about? i've never heard that expression.

When something is "talking", it has come out of it's dormant state and has come alive! Kind of like telling someone that that is trying to put out a fire by spitting on it, that has finally grabbed a garden house...."now you're talking".

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My leeward hull says "oooh Rah" when we go out in 10+ and "Yeee Haaaa" in over 20. when she is in the driveway she says, "can we go now, huh, huh?" My wife on the other hand says, "slow down honey, I cant see." But we plan to change that this weekend, she is going to have fun if it kills me.

Shoot, mine wouldn't get on the boat, so after 33 years I divorced her (yeah I know, I'm slow), I plan to find a replacement that likes to sail!!! <img src="http://www.catsailor.com/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

The fist time I took my girlfriend; who is now my wife, sailing, we pitch poled a Prindle 16 off of Claremont Ramp in Long Beach, CA. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her flying through the air and land face fist into the water. My initial thought was she will want to go back to the beach and have no more to do with sailing; however, I was very surprised when she came up laughing and asked - “that was cool can we do it again?”

Dude, she sounds like a keeper!!!!!

We got caught out in a storm and had some anxious moments and she hasn't been on a boat since. <img src="http://www.catsailor.com/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> Still loves sailing but from the beach.

I knew a man who had a theory, that if a woman could survive a really crappy regatta and still be in a good mood, she might be a good wife.

The woman he married was still smiling on Sunday after:

*A storm collapsed their tent and blew it into a lake

*Spending the rest of the night in a van with a bunch of strangers.

*Burning herself

*Getting hit in the face with the boom

*2 near windless races on Sunday.

Last I heard they were still married.

The couple we bought our last boat from say they gauged the level of fun they had over the weekend by the number of bruises they could count on Monday morning. <img src="http://www.catsailor.com/forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />

My wife seems to be a magnet for injuries, her last time out I "accidentally" stuffed it (you know...right after PROMISING not to tip it and explaining how many years we've been doing this, blah, blah, blah), resulting in a slomo half pitch, in which see got thumped on the head with the hot stick. I suppose she'll forget about it some time over the Winter (oops, wives never forget anything, do they?) and go for another ride next year.

For the new people to the forum, I'll recant my tale of meeting Kate, my soon-to-be-wife.

We met during a NC State Sailing Club trip to Masonboro island just south of Wrightsville Beach. We had camped out the night before on the island and had left a JY15 back at the ramp because there was nobody qualified enough to sail it to the island at night in high winds.

So the next morning, We head back to the dock and get the JY15 and the breeze was stiff. I had JUST gotten back into sailing from a 4 year or so absence from it. I felt like proving to the club members that I could handle the boat in the heavy air, and so I volunteered to skipper it down to Masonboro (about a mile or so through the inlet)

Next I needed crew and a cute brunette already had her life jacket on and ready to go. I wasn't about to argue. We push off the dock, and I miss the end of the club's Starwind stern mounted outboard by about 6 inches. As soon as I was in the water I noticed that the tiller was locked, so I look back and saw that whoever rigged the boat in the middle of the night ran the tiller OVER the rope-traveller. So I couldn't feather up and the mainsheet was jammed. We went over 25 feet from the dock. She fell in, and immediately starts swimming away from the boat. Then I noticed that my hat and my sandals that were in the forward hold had come out and were floating down the inlet. She grabbed them, jammed them down the front of her life jacket and swam back to the boat where I was having a hell of a time trying to right the boat.

After a while we got the boat back up and were hauling butt downwind in a little plastic boat. That night I had a couple of brewskis and passed out in her tent (I didn't have a tent of my own, and the night before they stuck me in the "food shelter" tent which was uncomfortable when the dogs started clawing at the tent in the morning). The rest is history.

It just gets better when I married my wife we were surfing, bungy jumping, cave white water ratfing now we have four kids and a cat. The kids are into screaming reaches last time I was looking at 1 inch of bow above the water and thinking about balancing on the rudder the 13yr old screamed out did I want more jib sheet on and I screamed out you leave it right where it is. So that proves that action wives breed well too

Mt wife Jenn doesn't squeal much. In fact she has raced the RC-27 with me. She doesn't care for the extreme stuff, but will go out even up to hull flying conditions. I don't push it and find she is more willing to go out that way.

You've made a good start, but here are some things not to do:

Pitchpole in the Gulfstream.

Sail through severe thunderstorms.

Turn the boat over during red tide outbreaks. Not even the best woman in the world likes swimming through dead mullet. Come to think of it, neither do I. <img src="http://www.catsailor.com/forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />

Good point Pete my crew would probably be back to video games if I did any of those