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josef schable

Just another winter’s sail

3 June 2017

And here is the tale from the pen of Joseph Schable

Confined to solid Ground and under doctors’ orders, the three weeks away from the elements felt like a lifetime, but at last, I am free again, my soul unchained, and that very first sail could not have come at a better time, it was all that I needed and it was the best medicine to sort me out and restore my sanity.

After a beautiful warm summer’s day with the light westerly breeze still holding as the sun neared the horizon, I could not resist the temptation to throw off the lines and take my old soul mate for a walk in the park, so to say.

A few birds circled around and checked us out, as we glided more, then we sailed out the harbour. The usual city noises were slowly drifting into obliviousness and solitude could be felt as Il’silencio took over.

By the time we passed the break wall a distance off, what more could I be, but be captured by a stunning sunset over our northern suburbs as we get closer to the winter solstice and the shortest day the suns declination is approaching its most northerly limit if my memory is not letting me down it should be 22 ½ degree.

The Radio, the occasional fishing vessel and at that time of the evening the air traffic was the only thing breaking the silence, and that I treasure as much as the ever changing colours that turn the day into night.

What do I hear now? That could not have been the slosh of a wake from one of those fishing vessels. Not finished with my thoughts yet, here they were, my friendly Dolphins. I could see them better in the water, as they were slicing through the phosphorus water, leaving a slick trail behind them as they were speeding around in display.

It was time to wear something warmer as the chill was getting a little uncomfortable in the apparent breeze as we were sailing close hauled towards our city skyline. Our Friendly city looks pretty friendly and attractive, and pleasing to the eye, when the night takes over and it gets lit up by a multitude of different lights.

But they’re not quite as many and as beautiful as the ones, way far above them in heaven, the stars, the half-moon and my favourite constellation the southern star and the moon was competing with the city lights throwing millions of twinkles in to the elements ripples.

Near our Shark Rock pier, the dolphins paid us another visit and they got my undivided attention for a while. I was more than blessed with the weather God as the breeze lasted till I dropped sail near our berth, and for a change there was not one shipping movement the entire evening that held me up as it often happens this time of the evening.

Slowly, slowly, I remembered as I approached the mooring, the doctor said, take it easy, and easy I took it. I made sure and double checked everything before I left my bird to her self, yes you haven’t done it for a while.

Supper was enjoyed and now it is time to say good night, a few thoughts on that rehabilitation therapy, I wonder if my doctor could have prescribed a better medicine?

Good night and God bless

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The Joy of Sharing Sailing

19 April 2017

(The following words of wisdom come from the pen of Josef Schable)

How I finally allowed someone else to sail with me!

Dear brothers and sisters in sailing,

On the spur of a moment, I had the urge to share with you how sailing mainly on my own produces thoughts and experiences.

Some of my older friends would agree with me, when I say how I over the years have changed. I am not going in to too much detail and blaming health issues and the aging process. I am quite happy in general with the evolution that brings new interests and challenges into the equation of my life. I also realize what impact modern technology and communications has on almost everything, as it brings along a multitude of fascinating new gadgets and ideas on how to spend our money and the little time we have left for our social and recreational activities.

The sad thing I experience with all the new invention’s is that we are made to believe that if we don’t follow the trend we will be left behind, miss the bus, and life will pass us by. How much is that trend not evidenced in our beloved sport the sailing and for that matter in all other sporting disciplines as well?

I am not against professionalism and the stacks of money involved that drives it. What I have a problem with, is, that it has brought an attitude of winning at all cost and to such an extent that cheating in all sorts of ways has even become a fashion and the norm nowadays. May it be as it is, sad to see that to some extent I notice that the trend of  ‘winner takes it all, first is first and second is shit’, is sticking its head out even of our own home waters lately? I surmise that because of that there is very little comradery and interaction left among our sailors, and that is very much in contradiction to the legacy that the great sailing legend Paul Elvstrom left us with.

I agree with our SA Sailing Editor’s comment about that legend who passed away last December. The sailing world became a poorer place with the passing of Paul Elvstrom, the undisputed greatest sailor of the era. No one challenges that claim – it is not one he made, but one universally approved – which fitted him like a glove.

His determination to win was universally accepted by his fellow competitors, who, almost to a man, regarded him as a friend. This was reflected in his declared attitude: “You haven’t won a race, if in winning you have lost the respect of your competitors”  

I also like to share with you my experience I have had over the last few month, when I went against my selfishness and allowed an enthusiastic newcomer to come along on one of my chasing the sun over the horizon evening sails.

“How can I go about in learning how to sail and eventually get my skippers ticket,” was his question, I heard there are sailing schools in Durban and Cape Town? Why do you want to go to that extent and expense I replied. I told him about my own making, maybe that was perhaps not the best way, and that is maybe the reason why I am not quite where I should be after all those years, of trail and errors – I know of some that agree with me on that one. Anyway I gave him a couple beginner books and a few simple hints, like steal like a rat, but only with your eyes and ears, but also close them at times and listen, use the quiet moments to get in tune, chase me away every so often so that you can experience on your own the motion of the ship and the ocean and use and apply common sense and logic which I saw he has in abundance.    

That middle aged enthusiastic man I can call now my regular crew, after throwing him in head first in the deep end – done in my own mad way – has just amazed me in how much he has learned in just a dozen outings.

Realizing that he is a fellow that is desperately eager and serious to learn so that he eventually will get to what is needed to also follow his dreams one day and seek adventures only one can get once you venture out over the horizons I found myself smiling in my heart and in my soul as there are, after all, still real dream chasers around like myself.

I am not bragging now, but listen to the crazy story that got him to where he is today.

I mean it when I say that I threw him in the deep end of things. “Go and pick me up, it is me,” I said to him after I have thrown a fender overboard the other day on one of our outings. “Come on hurry up before you lose sight of me,” I said. I must admit the look on his face told me clearly; “You can’t be serious?” I didn’t give him a chance to tell me so, as I shouted to him again to hurry up. “Ok, ok,” I said and let him off the hook. “Shoo,” he said, “I really thought you were serious.” “Oh yes I am,” I replied, and took the helm, “Just steal what you can while I pick you up!”

It was now no more time to be wasted as the sun had by then already gone over the horizon, we were just about to lose that man overboard out of sight and a crash jibe was done under those light conditions as we returned to pick him up. “So my friend and now it is your turn, all yours go for it,” I said as I left the helm too him. Under full canvas he set off, maybe with the sail sheeted in a touch to hard as he picked up speed in those light conditions. My instructions to him were; “I do the look out, you just apply what you observed and use your common sense.”

And his man overboard retrieval was picture book perfect, my bird – some of you know what I mean – was sitting down right next to me. Leave me here I quite enjoy myself, get away and fetch me on your next attempt, off he went again and again for at least another half a dozen times and not once did he mess up.

It took some time before I realized what that man just has done and proved to me. “What can I say” I thought, “there is now a sailor in the making!”

I also came to realize, give a man a chance when you see a talent, don’t waste him on the weather rail and bore him to death. A go-getter will last there not for too long and before you look you will have lost a crew member and for him perhaps the one and only opportunity to find out that he has what it takes to one day fulfil his dream.

After we tidied up and put the bird to sleep, we had a meal and he a beer to calm his nerves at the club. I let him know that he is a natural born sailor, and of those there are not too many. Don’t waste your talent my friend. What more can I do but to encourage him that he must not leave it at that.

As I was putting my head on my pillow that night, a fulfilling sense of proudness saw me off to a peaceful sleep.

A lesson for me is that you cannot always achieve Happiness on your own!

Greetings from a happy Sailor

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Josef in Marigot

7 May 2015

Greetings ABYC

My Happiness is in Marigot St. Lucia.

We leave for St. Maarten’s tomorrow, greetings to all.

God bless and safe sailing.

Regards

Josef Schable

Josef Schable in Marigot, St. Lucia admiring Superyacht, Positive Carry.
Josef Schable in Marigot, St. Lucia admiring Superyacht, Positive Carry.

The 203.41ft Custom motor yacht motor yacht ‘Positive Carry’ was built by Feadship in Netherlands at their Aalsmeer shipyard , she was delivered to her owner in 2005. This luxury vessel’s sophisticated exterior design and engineering are the work of De Voogt. Previously named Rasselas, her luxurious interior was designed by Pannagan Designs.

Positive Carry’s interior configuration has been designed to comfortably accommodate up to 12 guests overnight in 6 cabins, comprising a master suite, 3 double cabins and 2 twin cabins. She is also capable of carrying up to 18 crew onboard in 9 cabins to ensure a relaxed luxury yacht experience.

Powered by 2 Caterpillar 2,000hp diesel engines and propelled by her twin screws propelles Motor yacht Positive Carry is capable of a top speed of 16 knots, and comfortably cruises at 14 knots. With her 139,430 litres fuel tanks she has a maximum range of 4,500 nautical miles at 13 knots. Her water tanks store around 30,800 litres of fresh water.

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Greetings from Josef Schable

15 April 2015

Hallo to all my friends back home.

The trio on “My Happiness” has safely arrived in Fortaleza Brazil. We stopped over in St. Helena, Ascencion, Fernando De Noronha, our next stop will hopefully be Granada in the Caribbean.

So far all went well Thank the Lord for that and we look forward to the next challenge.

Greetings to all till next time.

Josef Schable

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The Dolphins call!

17 November 2014

Josef Schable is a member who quietly gets on with what he loves – sailing. After a particularly glorious days sailing recently Josef penned these lines:

 

The Dolphins call!

Come and join us out here at sea again.

We miss you, it’s a while since you clapped, whistled and smiled when we talked and tail walked alongside your little ship, down there by your mates near the pier.

Where are you?

I am still high and dry, making her ship shape and pretty.

She looks stunning isn’t she?

Get on with it, what is keeping you, get on track before the water gets slack, or do you need a smack to get you back.

No wonder, that she looks even prettier since she is closer to us here in the water.

Talking to yourself again hey, are you?

No, it’s not to you, it is your soul we talking to.

Can one ignore such a heavenly call?

There are times in life when you go against all reasoning and you do just what you have to do.

Yes here I am, and obey I will.

Such a call I had after I launched my little bird the other day. I was kept high and dry for a number of days due to atrocious weather when she got spruced up for the new season. So the twisting was a lot easier.

What you put me on the mooring for, I heard a voice, it is time for a sail, wasn’t that the call.

Ok, ok, I get the message.

I followed that call, and man how precious was the reward.

The weather could not have been better, a gentle southeaster, the colour and the clarity of the water only to witness for those who venture out, and who answer such calls.

As I cleared the entrance, there they were, the jolly dolphins to great me, sorry my girl, I mean us.

Where shall we go? Where the wind blows, but let me be free.

And how my bird responded, thank you for cleaning my bottom.

With sails set close hauled, she would have sailed for hours, I was just too happy to let her carry on on her own, while I was doing running repair to her new outfit.

Mind was wandering, maybe it is time for St. Francis or Knysna again. Ja broer hoekom nie.

On to a port tack, just as well, to get out the way of the ship that was on its way to her next port of call.

Let us put out a lure and see if we can catch a fry as we head south down to the old cardinal buoy.

The breeze increased and with the new genoa up for the first time, soon we were doing fives and sixes.

No fish we caught, but as we rounded the Bell buoy, oh boy; what a sight of intimacy was revealed. The ocean made love, or was it two whales making love in the ocean?

Wonderful, always wonderful to watch those ocean giants, so gentle and gracious.

A fright of nothing, we are destined to be kings and queens of this ocean.

I am not ignoring you my friends, have you called in more support, just now you were only a handful and now you’re too many to even guess how many. Babies and all, jumping and tail walking again and some are diving right under my little ship’s belly to see.

Here they are again, my beloved friends, the dolphins.

Thank you your majesty for the delight you give us with those wonderful creatures, but help me now go before I get foolish and follow them too close to shore.

Sorry my friends I can’t join you surfing, enough is enough, the depth sounder started to flash 3.5m get out here, there are no barnacles yet that need to be scraped.

The water was so clear coming goose winging along the beach, past Bird Rock I could see devils reef clearly and with close to high water, I cut inside of that devil and the outer row of slipway pylons as well, pretty foolish, ja nee.

I could not smell the roses, but the guano from the cormorants sitting on top of the pylons, waiting till the last minute before they took off; “Just in case that mad German is coming for us!”

Our little city looked so pretty as well, baked in the sun behind her sandy shore.

I hope you people will live one day as peaceful as my friends the Dolphins on that wide and sometimes wild ocean, it makes you think.

The breeze picked up, the speed went up, and with a bone in her teeth we danced in harmony on top of the waves that brought us home.

Time to obey to the call of the law and ask permission to enter once more the port of our home.

The cormorants where lining like soldiers on the wall, some looked like they were greeting, or were they just spreading their wings to dry them in the warm sun.

The hustling and bustling and the dust on the ship that got loaded, made me realize what privilege I just had out there, yes just a little fun in the sun.

Thank you for the call, thank you for my life, the love and the blessing, I time and again receive when I answer your call.

Josef Schable

Editor: Josef and his Cape 28, Skybird are an oft seen yacht in the bay and we were all touched to read these words from a humble sailing man who has managed to encapsulate just why we sail.

Josef Schable - 2009 Storm
Josef being interviewed for SABC news after the great storm of 2009. And, yes, Skybird did rise again as Josef raised her from the deep himself.

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