LCD- I’ve never heard of that movie. Thanks. I’ll check it out.
5
Went on a cruise and had 20-25 foot seas. Everything was sliding everywhere including people. Didn’t bother me at all until we hit port. Then it hit me when I got onshore. Had to hang onto the counters while shopping because I couldn’t stand up straight.
Had to take sea sick pills (meclizine) whenever I was onshore
13
Was on a 225ft.Federal research ship for a three week tour. One night we went through a storm with 36 ft. seas. Nobody was sleeping. Half the personnel were sicker than heck. Needless to say, we weren’t sampling fish on the back deck that night, let alone trawling.
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And that too is how drunken sailors on dry land gave us the term tipsy.
4
Sarthurk- how long did that wave activity last?
3
I can’t imagine what being on an oil platform is like in those types of waves.
4
The closest I came was when I took a ferry from Wisconsin to Michigan. The ferry was so fast that the wind nearly blew my face off.
I decided to join the sane people below. but the walk to the stairs was pretty crazy. It was like walking into hurricane force wind, but I finally made it.
Can’t tell you how long it took to brush out the snarls in my hair!
8
My buddy hauled freight to Alaska, Bristol Bay and Dutch Harbor, and fish back to Seattle for forty years. He was a ship captain on a coastal freighter. Another buddy towed barges all around the world on an ocean going tug. They made good money, and they earned every dime of it. Trying to sleep in heavy seas is what really beat the hell out of them.
6
That’s why the old ships had hammocks in the sleeping quarters.
But those lobsters, crabs and shrimp are sooooo tasty! It’s worth it that these guys risk their lives to catch them.
8
My mom’s cousin married a Hungarian Jew (Budapest), who was 17 when the Nazis invaded Hungary. He never talked about his experiences, finally just a year or two before passing at age 89 he told his stories to his daughter who published them (Dear Andrew: Letters and Memoirs of a Holocaust Survivor to His Grandson).
The relevant story: Andy was in a refugee camp for a couple of years before finally being put on a ship to the US. Between the Nazi occupation, the Soviet occupation, and refugee camp he was nothing but skin and bones. The boat was crowded with people, enough to keep the mess hall constantly busy. However, the seas were very rough, and 90% of the passengers couldn’t keep their food down and stopped even trying to eat. The cooks made as much food as Andy wanted – and gaped in amazement as he piled forkful after forkful into his mouth for the entire trip. A nice welcome to America!
14
About 35 years ago the company I repped for had a sales meeting on a relatively small cruise ship. It went out of Florida and we cruised around for about 5 days. Most of it in rough water. Nobody was happy, and it forever since is referred to “The Ship of Fools”.
10
We Chartered a Homemade Paddle-wheeler up in Connecticut…About 23 of Us…
Without warning it just rolled over ..Had a few Elderly on there…Got Everyone
back on the Keel (Flat Bottom) and We were rescued by about 10 Ski Boats…
Next Day the Captain of the Local Firefighters Dove on the site…Said that
there were a 20 or so Beer Cans just floating off the Lake bottom…Captain
of the Paddle Boat got in a little trouble for modifying upper Deck (too heavy)
The boat was called the “Jubilee” 2008 on Bantam Lake. Lost a really nice
pair of Sunglasses and one of the Elder Gentlemen tried climbing on My back
because He couldn’t Swim…Damn near Drowned Me….We went right back to
Drinking Beer, on the Shore of course.
7
@ MJA. The swell was building throughout the afternoon, and peaked about 4AM as I recall, and subsided to 10 or 12 feet by noon the next day. Then we had to go back to work.
7
The Kitty Hawk passed thru a typhoon between Hong Kong and the Philippines in early 1974 where we shut down for a week due to high seas and bad weather. We fared fairly well on board the aircraft carrier, however one of our destroyers was tossed up and down and sideways both to the port and starboard sides of that smaller ship. I felt sorry the sailors on that tin can because they bore the brunt of that typhoon. My living quarters were just under the flight deck at the aft (rear end) starboard side of the ship and found that I could sleep well and not stir thru anything despite all the noise from the flight deck and the storm outside our ship. The only things that would make me up were calls over the ships PA system announcing different things including general quarters drills where I could run thru the interior passageways ducking bulkheads and other obstacles of the ship to the line shack at the front starboard side in under two minutes or less. And I never was seasick if you don’t count being drunk while in port in Olongapo City.
10
@ Jethro MONDAY, 23 JUNE 2025, 17:05 AT 5:05 PM
I used to have a couple cases of Bristol Bay Red King Crab clusters and halibut cheeks in my deep freezer at all times. Black cod, salmon, shatter packs of true cod, snow crab were also just common everyday menu items around my place. The larger snow crab was excellent for making risotto with. I always had cheeks the size of frozen burger patties. I really enjoyed them.
4
The only ferry I’ve been on crossed a small river in Kentucky, near Lexington. The river was about twice as wide as the ferry was long. It held one car at a time. No sea sickness was incured, I’m happy to say.
My father was in the Merchant Marines (Engineer’s Mate) in WWII. He served on a tanker in the South Pacific. He rarely got seasick, except for the few days going into or out of West Coast ports. The Pacific swells would eventually get to almost everyone.
I usually deep fry cheeks after rolling in Zatarans Fish Fry and put hollandaise sauce over them. We had cases of really big cheeks and have had too many dinner guests to count them who preferred them to any seafood they have ever had. It’s impossible to buy the big ones like we used to always have.
3
My father once mentioned to me that the only good thing about a stinkboat (diesel-electric submarine) in the open ocean was that when the seas got really rough, calmer water was just a few fathoms away.
7
A good friend who is now passed turned me on to Walleye cheeks some years ago.
He fished often and he taught me freezing the fish in water.
You just thaw it out and you have surprisingly fresh fish without freezer burn.
5
Well, I was in the Army, intentionally not the Navy, so the closest I ever got to a largish body of water (at sea level) was once, during live-fire field exercises, down at Fort Hood. We were tasked with ‘swimming’ the Battalions M113 APCs across the Lake Belton Reservoir feeder…right around a mile across. Took us all of one day fitting the tracks rubber side skirts, enhanced troop door seals, the big plywood bow splash shields, priming/repairing bilge pumps, and issuing out 600 or so Mae Wests. All the time ‘tactically’ bunched up, bumper-bumper, in a huge field motor pool. Once we got the things into the river, first thing next morning, the water came up to within an inch or two of the top deck, sitting still. If we ran faster than about 2-3 knots, it would flood over the top. If we ran more that one APC at a time, they would also flood out. If the wind got up and raised waves more that a few inches, they flooded out. It took the better part of 2 days to get all the Rifle Companies across.
I was a Jr. OPNs SGT, at the time, so they had me supervise a couple of platoons across. After the second one, I asked if tomorrow I could move over to the Scout Plt, who were being airlifted by Chinooks, out closer to the Frontal Contact Line. So, ‘there I was’, slumming alongside a Scout Squad, their Quarter-Ton (Jeep) slung below, sitting in the back of this antique which had rolled off the factory line when I was three. All us ground-pounders experienced a thorough rededication of Faith after looking up at the transmission tunnel, with exposed rotor drive shaft, watching the tunnel, and cabin walls, observably, twist back and forth from the torque generated between the fore/aft rotor sets. The journey was spiced up by the 1/4-Ton engaging a very aerodynamically influential pendulum maneuver every time the pilot changed course, which was more often than necessary (I’d seen the maps & route plan…pretty much confirmed the rumor helo jocks were a bit sadistic). Once we set down, I noticed that the turbine inspection panels, at the rear of the aircraft had a healthy sheet of oil blasted across the back of the fuselage and jump ramp esterior. I asked the Crew Chief if that was normal…he said “Yeah, it’s supposed to…they all do it. We keep a couple 5gal cans of trans fluid on board an’ top her off between runs.” That experience blew my mind…I had grown up in/around general aviation, solo’d at 16. I never willingly flew in a Chinook again. The Slicks, Hughes, little Bell 4-seaters, and Blackhawks, on the other hand, were all a blast!
IATS
TWD
5
Reminds me of the North Atlantic. been there. done that.
From a movie, but relevant.
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That is why throughout history sailors were known as heavy drinkers. So that could walk a straight line.
LMAO ^^^
Was waiting for Shelly Winters to fly by.
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“The Legend of 1900”
LCD- I’ve never heard of that movie. Thanks. I’ll check it out.
Went on a cruise and had 20-25 foot seas. Everything was sliding everywhere including people. Didn’t bother me at all until we hit port. Then it hit me when I got onshore. Had to hang onto the counters while shopping because I couldn’t stand up straight.
Had to take sea sick pills (meclizine) whenever I was onshore
Was on a 225ft.Federal research ship for a three week tour. One night we went through a storm with 36 ft. seas. Nobody was sleeping. Half the personnel were sicker than heck. Needless to say, we weren’t sampling fish on the back deck that night, let alone trawling.
And that too is how drunken sailors on dry land gave us the term tipsy.
Sarthurk- how long did that wave activity last?
I can’t imagine what being on an oil platform is like in those types of waves.
The closest I came was when I took a ferry from Wisconsin to Michigan. The ferry was so fast that the wind nearly blew my face off.
I decided to join the sane people below. but the walk to the stairs was pretty crazy. It was like walking into hurricane force wind, but I finally made it.
Can’t tell you how long it took to brush out the snarls in my hair!
My buddy hauled freight to Alaska, Bristol Bay and Dutch Harbor, and fish back to Seattle for forty years. He was a ship captain on a coastal freighter. Another buddy towed barges all around the world on an ocean going tug. They made good money, and they earned every dime of it. Trying to sleep in heavy seas is what really beat the hell out of them.
That’s why the old ships had hammocks in the sleeping quarters.
But those lobsters, crabs and shrimp are sooooo tasty! It’s worth it that these guys risk their lives to catch them.
My mom’s cousin married a Hungarian Jew (Budapest), who was 17 when the Nazis invaded Hungary. He never talked about his experiences, finally just a year or two before passing at age 89 he told his stories to his daughter who published them (Dear Andrew: Letters and Memoirs of a Holocaust Survivor to His Grandson).
The relevant story: Andy was in a refugee camp for a couple of years before finally being put on a ship to the US. Between the Nazi occupation, the Soviet occupation, and refugee camp he was nothing but skin and bones. The boat was crowded with people, enough to keep the mess hall constantly busy. However, the seas were very rough, and 90% of the passengers couldn’t keep their food down and stopped even trying to eat. The cooks made as much food as Andy wanted – and gaped in amazement as he piled forkful after forkful into his mouth for the entire trip. A nice welcome to America!
About 35 years ago the company I repped for had a sales meeting on a relatively small cruise ship. It went out of Florida and we cruised around for about 5 days. Most of it in rough water. Nobody was happy, and it forever since is referred to “The Ship of Fools”.
We Chartered a Homemade Paddle-wheeler up in Connecticut…About 23 of Us…
Without warning it just rolled over ..Had a few Elderly on there…Got Everyone
back on the Keel (Flat Bottom) and We were rescued by about 10 Ski Boats…
Next Day the Captain of the Local Firefighters Dove on the site…Said that
there were a 20 or so Beer Cans just floating off the Lake bottom…Captain
of the Paddle Boat got in a little trouble for modifying upper Deck (too heavy)
The boat was called the “Jubilee” 2008 on Bantam Lake. Lost a really nice
pair of Sunglasses and one of the Elder Gentlemen tried climbing on My back
because He couldn’t Swim…Damn near Drowned Me….We went right back to
Drinking Beer, on the Shore of course.
@ MJA. The swell was building throughout the afternoon, and peaked about 4AM as I recall, and subsided to 10 or 12 feet by noon the next day. Then we had to go back to work.
The Kitty Hawk passed thru a typhoon between Hong Kong and the Philippines in early 1974 where we shut down for a week due to high seas and bad weather. We fared fairly well on board the aircraft carrier, however one of our destroyers was tossed up and down and sideways both to the port and starboard sides of that smaller ship. I felt sorry the sailors on that tin can because they bore the brunt of that typhoon. My living quarters were just under the flight deck at the aft (rear end) starboard side of the ship and found that I could sleep well and not stir thru anything despite all the noise from the flight deck and the storm outside our ship. The only things that would make me up were calls over the ships PA system announcing different things including general quarters drills where I could run thru the interior passageways ducking bulkheads and other obstacles of the ship to the line shack at the front starboard side in under two minutes or less. And I never was seasick if you don’t count being drunk while in port in Olongapo City.
@ Jethro MONDAY, 23 JUNE 2025, 17:05 AT 5:05 PM
I used to have a couple cases of Bristol Bay Red King Crab clusters and halibut cheeks in my deep freezer at all times. Black cod, salmon, shatter packs of true cod, snow crab were also just common everyday menu items around my place. The larger snow crab was excellent for making risotto with. I always had cheeks the size of frozen burger patties. I really enjoyed them.
The only ferry I’ve been on crossed a small river in Kentucky, near Lexington. The river was about twice as wide as the ferry was long. It held one car at a time. No sea sickness was incured, I’m happy to say.
“halibut cheeks”
Hold on now. Cheeks like butts or faces?
Oh okay I sea. (lol)
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My father was in the Merchant Marines (Engineer’s Mate) in WWII. He served on a tanker in the South Pacific. He rarely got seasick, except for the few days going into or out of West Coast ports. The Pacific swells would eventually get to almost everyone.
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I usually deep fry cheeks after rolling in Zatarans Fish Fry and put hollandaise sauce over them. We had cases of really big cheeks and have had too many dinner guests to count them who preferred them to any seafood they have ever had. It’s impossible to buy the big ones like we used to always have.
My father once mentioned to me that the only good thing about a stinkboat (diesel-electric submarine) in the open ocean was that when the seas got really rough, calmer water was just a few fathoms away.
A good friend who is now passed turned me on to Walleye cheeks some years ago.
He fished often and he taught me freezing the fish in water.
You just thaw it out and you have surprisingly fresh fish without freezer burn.
Well, I was in the Army, intentionally not the Navy, so the closest I ever got to a largish body of water (at sea level) was once, during live-fire field exercises, down at Fort Hood. We were tasked with ‘swimming’ the Battalions M113 APCs across the Lake Belton Reservoir feeder…right around a mile across. Took us all of one day fitting the tracks rubber side skirts, enhanced troop door seals, the big plywood bow splash shields, priming/repairing bilge pumps, and issuing out 600 or so Mae Wests. All the time ‘tactically’ bunched up, bumper-bumper, in a huge field motor pool. Once we got the things into the river, first thing next morning, the water came up to within an inch or two of the top deck, sitting still. If we ran faster than about 2-3 knots, it would flood over the top. If we ran more that one APC at a time, they would also flood out. If the wind got up and raised waves more that a few inches, they flooded out. It took the better part of 2 days to get all the Rifle Companies across.
I was a Jr. OPNs SGT, at the time, so they had me supervise a couple of platoons across. After the second one, I asked if tomorrow I could move over to the Scout Plt, who were being airlifted by Chinooks, out closer to the Frontal Contact Line. So, ‘there I was’, slumming alongside a Scout Squad, their Quarter-Ton (Jeep) slung below, sitting in the back of this antique which had rolled off the factory line when I was three. All us ground-pounders experienced a thorough rededication of Faith after looking up at the transmission tunnel, with exposed rotor drive shaft, watching the tunnel, and cabin walls, observably, twist back and forth from the torque generated between the fore/aft rotor sets. The journey was spiced up by the 1/4-Ton engaging a very aerodynamically influential pendulum maneuver every time the pilot changed course, which was more often than necessary (I’d seen the maps & route plan…pretty much confirmed the rumor helo jocks were a bit sadistic). Once we set down, I noticed that the turbine inspection panels, at the rear of the aircraft had a healthy sheet of oil blasted across the back of the fuselage and jump ramp esterior. I asked the Crew Chief if that was normal…he said “Yeah, it’s supposed to…they all do it. We keep a couple 5gal cans of trans fluid on board an’ top her off between runs.” That experience blew my mind…I had grown up in/around general aviation, solo’d at 16. I never willingly flew in a Chinook again. The Slicks, Hughes, little Bell 4-seaters, and Blackhawks, on the other hand, were all a blast!
IATS
TWD
Reminds me of the North Atlantic. been there. done that.