Frogmogman
Well-Known Member
I recall the skipper of one of the army's yachts back in the 80's (he reckoned the squaddies all called him the galloping major; we knew they all referred to him as private parts). He was such a shouter that you could almost hear the boat approaching before it appeared over the horizon. Glad I never sailed with him.
The best and most successful skippers I raced with were always calm and in control. One time we had some chap on board for a race as mainsail trimmer. When the spinnaker went up with a massive twist in it, as I struggled on the foredeck to sort it out he started yelling until he was blue in the face. Unbeknown to me, the boat had been used for a demonstration sail during the week and the kite had not been properly packed afterwards. When I returned to the cockpit (feeling suitably irked), the skipper said very quietly to shouty boy "I don't think we'll be needing you next week".
The best and most successful skippers I raced with were always calm and in control. One time we had some chap on board for a race as mainsail trimmer. When the spinnaker went up with a massive twist in it, as I struggled on the foredeck to sort it out he started yelling until he was blue in the face. Unbeknown to me, the boat had been used for a demonstration sail during the week and the kite had not been properly packed afterwards. When I returned to the cockpit (feeling suitably irked), the skipper said very quietly to shouty boy "I don't think we'll be needing you next week".