Surely the name 'WAHOO' is derived from the Wahoo, an ag town straddling Hiway 77 (north to south) in east-central Nebraska. Its maritime namesake had quite the WWII experience, which I do not wish upon you. M-
I remember sailing in waters where you could see clearly to the bottom. You had to use the depth sounder to tell how far down the bottom was. You don't see the bottom in the California waters I sailed in.
Opinion: Little can be said of conch without saying entirely too much. I ate conch, for the first (and final) time, some 41 years ago while vacationing in the Yucatan.
I'm not one who eschews the local foods when outside of Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, or the U.S.
I cheerfully chewed on the "onion rings", as my (U.S. Marine) shipmates described them, served at the restaurant where my shipmates had taken me (with my sober agreement) outside of Puerto de Santa Maria before I discovered that "calamari frita" was not accurately translated from Spanish as "fried onion rings".
That was 50 years ago - when our "sailing craft" (USS INDEPENDENCE [CV-62]) was anchored in the Bay of Cadiz.
I eat calamari still - when I can find it offered in the Middle Peninsula.
Tak vsegda, zhelayu vsekh vam s chastlivogo plavanniye!
Bryan,
Surely the name 'WAHOO' is derived from the Wahoo, an ag town straddling Hiway 77 (north to south) in east-central Nebraska. Its maritime namesake had quite the WWII experience, which I do not wish upon you. M-
Sadly, Nebraska is not involved
The name of the boat is quite the coincidence!
Less than you might think. Couple who own it are UVA grads and both their kids are too. Hence the name.
Gosh! Golly! Geewhiz! I thought your craft was named in honor of USS WAHOO... does the Skipper answer to "Mush"?
...kidding...
I remember sailing in waters where you could see clearly to the bottom. You had to use the depth sounder to tell how far down the bottom was. You don't see the bottom in the California waters I sailed in.
I yearn to learn more of "sailboars!"
Opinion: Little can be said of conch without saying entirely too much. I ate conch, for the first (and final) time, some 41 years ago while vacationing in the Yucatan.
I'm not one who eschews the local foods when outside of Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, or the U.S.
I cheerfully chewed on the "onion rings", as my (U.S. Marine) shipmates described them, served at the restaurant where my shipmates had taken me (with my sober agreement) outside of Puerto de Santa Maria before I discovered that "calamari frita" was not accurately translated from Spanish as "fried onion rings".
That was 50 years ago - when our "sailing craft" (USS INDEPENDENCE [CV-62]) was anchored in the Bay of Cadiz.
I eat calamari still - when I can find it offered in the Middle Peninsula.
Tak vsegda, zhelayu vsekh vam s chastlivogo plavanniye!