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  • 07 May 2011 12:04
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    Gary Pick wrote: Maddog seems to be an appropriate tag...you must be hell to live with.:D:D

    Not so. I'm completely spicable. 
  • 07 May 2011 05:20
    Reply # 586234 on 584087
    Just wonderful - someone who enjoys words, as well as boats!!
  • 07 May 2011 05:00
    Reply # 586231 on 584087
    Maddog seems to be an appropriate tag...you must be hell to live with.:D:D
  • 07 May 2011 03:17
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    I'm perturbed!
  • 07 May 2011 02:17
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    Alan "Maddog!" MacBride wrote:
    David Tyler wrote:
    Annie Hill wrote: "more wieldy"?????????????
    If a long yard is heavy and unwieldy, then a short yard is light and wieldy. Stands to reason, dunnit?

    That reminds me of how I met my wife.

    It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

    I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.

    I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.

    Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

    So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.

    I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated--as if this were something I was great shakes at--and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

    Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.

     She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.



    Eek!
  • 06 May 2011 17:43
    Reply # 585924 on 585317
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    David Tyler wrote:
    Annie Hill wrote: "more wieldy"?????????????
    If a long yard is heavy and unwieldy, then a short yard is light and wieldy. Stands to reason, dunnit?

    That reminds me of how I met my wife.

    It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

    I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.

    I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.

    Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

    So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.

    I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated--as if this were something I was great shakes at--and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

    Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.

     She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.


  • 06 May 2011 03:15
    Reply # 585317 on 585301
    Annie Hill wrote: "more wieldy"?????????????
    If a long yard is heavy and unwieldy, then a short yard is light and wieldy. Stands to reason, dunnit?
  • 06 May 2011 02:50
    Reply # 585301 on 584087
    "more wieldy"?????????????
  • 05 May 2011 12:31
    Reply # 584641 on 584539
    Gary King wrote: Thanks for the replies David, Paul,
    As to sail plan, I've drawn heaps over the past 4 years. Benford specs 500sqft for the 30' dories and shows Hasler/McCleod (high aspect) sails in his drawings. Since I stretched the hull 10%, I can add 10% ballast and 10% to sail area. I know the badgers are tender boats so low profile is fine by me, which is why I initially preferred a Van Loan shape. 

    However, I found your fansail article (David) in newsletter #42, and am interested in making a pair like that, they might fit. 3% stagger of battens, is per batten? That would be 70 or 80cm total stagger on the foresail. I'm wondering how much distance I need between fore and mainsail. I have a drawing of the boat using your sqrt(sail area) diagram in my profile (in drawings) and maybe you can comment.
       I think you'll have problems with the sheeting, Gary. These fanned sails are meant for single masted boats, and I haven't managed to draw a satisfactory schooner with them, although I wish I could, because I think they work well. You would need to sheet the mainsail way aft of the stern, as drawn. The foresail looks to be too low on the mast, and would make anchor work difficult. I'm guessing, but the CE seems to be a long way forward of the original sailplan.
       The best advice I can offer is to go for a sailplan similar to the new (tan) suit I designed and made for Badger, with
    • three or four parallelogram panels, quite deep, and cambered about 4 - 6%, chord of 12ft
    • a transitional panel, somewhere between a parallelogram and a triangle, with less camber, and with an extended top sheeted batten at its top edge
    • three triangular panels, with two unsheeted battens
    • a yard that is shorter than the battens, to make it lighter and more wieldy, provided always that its outer end stays outside the topping lifts.
  • 05 May 2011 11:03
    Reply # 584582 on 584087
    I built my sail for "Fantail" more or less as we built the ones for 'Badger', but not knowing Odyssey, put more reinforcing on the luff and leach.  All that this has produced, to date, is a luff (or leech) that folds back.  In truth I think there is so little stress on them, that this reinforcing is irrelevant.

    'Badger' is tender, but as she stiffens up so quickly, I'm not sure if it's an issue.  We easily doused the rail - we never sailed with the portholes awash.

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