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Kentucky Woman got hammered yesterday in nasty conditions.
Kentucky Woman got hammered yesterday in nasty conditions.
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You have to wonder why he was out in those conditions to begin with?Comment
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Wonder where she will wash up?Comment
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She's a Peterson Mark III 1 tonner, recently owned by Tom Hume from Everett Washington...
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Remember her from her time on the bay in the late 80s, racing against the likes of the Farr 40 1 tonner "Pacific Sundance", among others. Tough to second guess the situation, as he was taking on water.Comment
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My guess is that she will be sharing some seafloor in Davey Jones's Locker with the Flyin Hawaiian.Comment
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Spoke with Tom Hume just now.
He owned Kentucky Woman for 25 years, purchased her in 1990-1991, wasn't real positive on that date.
Sailed the dickens out of here and set her up for cruising, taking her to Canada and Alaska solo.
He bought her from Gary Woods, a San Francisco Bay Native that raced her against all the other IOR boats in BBS and offshore events.
She was built in Bainbridge Island by Miller Marine.
He sold her 3-4 years ago to a diver from Half Moon Bay that, in Tom's opinion wasn't much of a sailor but was looking for an inexpensive liveaboard situation.
Assuming she was anchored out at Pillar Point...
What she was doing out to sea in those conditions is a good question...
Tom mention that the main was pretty tired when he sold her, so the loss of main isn't surprising..
Tom loved that boat, but he's getting up their in years and it was time to say goodbye...
Michele Rogalin forwards some pics from Jan's Marine Photography of Kentucky Woman in happier times...Comment
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KW will more than likely catch up to Rimas, who, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, will board her and request a tow into Port San Luis.Comment
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Word is the latest owner, whose name will remain a mystery until we can chat and get his story, left the harbor Monday.
He has been residing on Kentucky Woman for the past few years in Princeton Harbor as a liveaboard anchor out.
Has worked as a commercial urchin and rock fish diver and some time working party boats.
A bit of a lone wolf and had some sailing experience, but not a lot.Comment
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He has some tales to tell now, that's for sure!"Honey Badger don't give a shit"Comment
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interesting. He managed to avoid ALL wx forecasts, AND managed to get 30 fucking miles off of Ano Nuevo from HMB.Originally posted by Photoboy View PostComment
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Glad the owner is OK..
Sorry about your boat, Tom..David
1987 Canadian Sailcraft 36 Merlin
"Kyrie"
Edmonds, Washington
Salish SeaComment
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Gale Warning, Sunday 7-46am.jpg
I was perhaps the last sailor to see Kentucky Woman before she departed on her final voyage. Arriving from Santa Cruz at about 2pm last Saturday, we pulled our Cal 40 into the fuel dock in Pillar Point Harbor.
Kentucky Woman was tied up around the corner from the diesel pump, sheltered in the lee of the ice house. She had a small mainsail hoisted—about the size of a J22 main—sheeted on boat’s centerline and slatting gently back and forth. Her dirty and cluttered deck was strewn with piles of old braided line that had once been white, and was now faded from age and the marine environment. Other random objects, both nautical and otherwise, were visible on deck. The companionway was open, and I could hear faint music coming from below.
The overall picture was of a boat that had once been a state-of-the-art racing craft circa 1983, but was now a live-aboard, one step up the scale from homelessness. She had fine lines, custom red and yellow paint that still looked pretty good, and a tall rig with two spreaders and jumpers. She reminded me of a thoroughbred racehorse, perhaps a long-ago Kentucky Derby winner, now out to pasture and forgotten.
I had seen Kentucky Woman many times before in Pillar Point Harbor over the last decade. When I first encountered her in about 2006, she was moored out, looking like she had been suddenly abandoned, with a gold kevlar genoa flaked on the foredeck, shredded and drooping. It was as though her owner had finished a race, gone to the brew pub for an ale and never returned. Whenever I dropped by the harbor to sail my El Toro over the next couple of years, she was there, looking just the same way except more sad and dirty.
Years later in 2015, as I stopped by while delivering my Cal up for SF Bay races, I routinely saw her sailing slowly and randomly about inside the breakwater. The torn genoa was gone, and she was now propelled by the tiny mainsail. Sometimes she towed a small inflatable boat as she cruised the harbor at two knots. There was always music playing from her sound system, and once I saw a gray-haired man dancing to the tunes on deck.
The vessel and her owner would have fit in well in my charming and grungy homeport of Moss Landing, a 21st Century version of Steinbeck’s Cannery Row. I imagined her skipper as perhaps a Vietnam vet, living out his unappreciated twilight years on this aging warhorse. Not a bad endgame for an old soldier.
Back to last weekend. I pumped my diesel into Shaman’s tank and walked up the ramp to pay the attendant. I said, “Interesting local character? I’ve seen him around here whenever I pull in.” pointing in the direction of the red and yellow sailboat.
“Nut job,” the young man replied, with the radio playing a baseball game in the background.
For reasons known only to her skipper, Kentucky Woman cruised south into a roaring maelstrom as I and many other mariners stayed in port and the Gale Warning flag snapped loudly overhead.
Manifestly unsafe voyage.Comment
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