1916 May 31 Battle of Jutland, greatest naval battle of WWI, begins
Just before four o'clock on the afternoon of May 31, 1916, a British naval force commanded by Vice Admiral David Beatty confronts a squadron of German ships, led by Admiral Franz von Hipper, some 75 miles off the Danish coast. The two squadrons opened fire on each other simultaneously, beginning the opening phase of the greatest naval battle of World War I, the Battle of Jutland.
After the Battle of Dogger Bank in January 1915, the German navy chose not to confront the numerically superior British Royal Navy in a major battle for more than a year, preferring to rest the bulk of its strategy at sea on its lethal U-boat submarines. In May 1916, however, with the majority of the British Grand Fleet anchored far away, at Scapa Flow, off the northern coast of Scotland, the commander of the German High Seas Fleet, Vice Admiral Reinhard Scheer, believed the time was right to resume attacks on the British coastline. Confident that his communications were securely coded, Scheer ordered 19 U-boat submarines to position themselves for a raid on the North Sea coastal city of Sunderland while using air reconnaissance crafts to keep an eye on the British fleet's movement from Scapa Flow. Bad weather hampered the airships, however, and Scheer called off the raid, instead ordering his fleet—24 battleships, five battle cruisers, 11 light cruisers and 63 destroyers—to head north, to the Skagerrak, a waterway located between Norway and northern Denmark, off the Jutland Peninsula, where they could attack Allied shipping interests and with luck, punch a hole in the stringent British blockade.
Unbeknownst to Scheer, however, a newly created intelligence unit located within an old building of the British Admiralty, known as Room 40, had cracked the German codes and warned the British Grand Fleet's commander, Admiral John Rushworth Jellicoe, of Scheer's intentions. Consequently, on the night of May 30, a British fleet of 28 battleships, nine battle cruisers, 34 light cruisers and 80 destroyers set out from Scapa Flow, bound for positions off the Skagerrak.
At 2:20 p.m. on May 31, Beatty, leading a British squadron, spotted Hipper's warships. As each squadron maneuvered south to better its position, shots were fired, but neither side opened fire until 3:48 that afternoon. The initial phase of the gun battle lasted 55 minutes, during which two British battle cruisers, Indefatigable and Queen Mary were destroyed, killing over 2,000 sailors. At 4:43 p.m., Hipper's squadron was joined by the remainder of the German fleet, commanded by Scheer. Beatty was forced to fight a delaying action for the next hour, until Jellicoe could arrive with the rest of the Grand Fleet.
With both fleets facing off in their entirety, a great battle of naval strategy began among the four commanders, particularly between Jellicoe and Scheer. As sections of the two fleets continued to engage each other throughout the late evening and the early morning of June 1, Jellicoe maneuvered 96 of the British ships into a V-shape surrounding 59 German ships. Hipper's flagship, Lutzow, was disabled by 24 direct hits but was able, before it sank, to sink the British battle cruiser Invincible. Just after 6:30 on the evening of June 1, Scheer's fleet executed a previously planned withdrawal under cover of darkness to their base at the German port of Wilhelmshaven, ending the battle and cheating the British of the major naval success they had envisioned.
The Battle of Jutland—or the Battle of the Skagerrak, as it was known to the Germans—engaged a total of 100,000 men aboard 250 ships over the course of 72 hours. The Germans, giddy from the glory of Scheer's brilliant escape, claimed it as a victory for their High Seas Fleet. At first the British press agreed, but the truth was not so clear-cut. The German navy lost 11 ships, including a battleship and a battle cruiser, and suffered 3,058 casualties; the British sustained heavier losses, with 14 ships sunk, including three battle cruisers, and 6,784 casualties. Ten more German ships had suffered heavy damage, however, and by June 2, 1916, only 10 ships that had been involved in the battle were ready to leave port again (Jellicoe, on the other hand, could have put 23 to sea). On July 4, 1916, Scheer reported to the German high command that further fleet action was not an option, and that submarine warfare was Germany's best hope for victory at sea. Despite the missed opportunities and heavy losses, the Battle of Jutland had left British naval superiority on the North Sea intact. The German High Seas Fleet would make no further attempts to break the Allied blockade or to engage the Grand Fleet for the remainder of World War I.
love that book as most of his territory is where I hunt. Been on baileys run and such. its neat relating to some of the spots he has been and being able to follow a map to exact spots he has been. Back when dad first started going up there he remembered a cabin with no door. shame of it now he doesn't remember where it was. would be neat to find it if its still up. The free version has been on i books for a while now too.
anyone that has troubles sitting down and reading a "book" try this one as it is in a magizene format with many short stories. also if you look at my sigline it is from en woodcock.
Circa early 60's. My Dad's two hunting buds & myself(teenager). Drove to flat farm ground where we ran our sighthounds on jacks. We stopped at a farm house to ask permission to hunt a piece of farm ground. That was 1/4 mile wide & 1 mile long. It was my dad's turn to ask permission. As us other guys were sitting in a 1962 falcon station wagon along with 6 dogs waited.
Front door opened out & out stepped a large farm lady wearing a dress & apron. On outward appearances, she could've been a line backer for the Bears. Anyway on her yard. Were maybe 10-12 cats laying & milling around. The lady asked my dad, "Will your dogs bother my cats"? Dad said, "Well they don't like cats". But we will hunt the far side of your bean field. Walking in only 1/2 mile & then hunt back towards our vehicle. She said, "Well ok then but just keep your dogs away from my cats".
We drove to the far side 1 mile away from her farm yard. When we let the dogs out they pee'd then jumped the barb fence ready to hunt. Right there along that fence line, jumped a jack rabbit. Pouring on the steam as the hounds took to the chase. Typically our dogs would turn a jack in a few hundred yards. But this jack wasn't to be caught. Nearest hound was maybe 5-6' on that rabbits heels. But could not close the gap to turn it. We all stood there & watched. As the chase continued heading towards that lady's farm yard(See; lounging farm cats) lol.
Dad then said, "Quick everyone back in the car". So we piled in, turned around & drove back to that farm at high speed. Hauling ass down the gravel road. We rounded the turn & her farm was less than 1/4 mile up ahead. Soon as we pulled into the drive. We witnessed the greyhound/cat carnage. That farm woman was yelling & cursing. As she beat our hounds with an old straw broom. Dad, Larry & Willard quickly got out of the car & started grabbing dog collars. Slapping the dogs muzzle as they tried to break the death grip on those cats. The farm lady cursing the men & dogs now. As she continued beating dogs that had a cat in it's mouth.
Once all of the dogs were gathered & put back in the station wagon(no cats in their mouths). The men decided we had best leave quickly. In summation; I estimated: greyhounds 8 or 9? cats-0.
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Nathaniel was a stud in the mud and hell on the hardtop! When I was a kid we had a neighbor who was an old mountain man named Clyde Morrison. He had a little one room cabin and all he did was hunt and fish and drink old Irish rose wine haha. On the other side of us a church lady lived named Joan Schwartz she was always was trying to get him to go to church and all kinds of stuff. My dad used to get him all wound up and ask him when they were getting hitched. He said I've been single my whole life and I'm not turning yellow now! He got on a good drunk one night and they found him out in his front yard, fell down into a puddle of rainwater face first and died, he was in his mid-80s, tougher than shoe leather. Me and my brothers learned a lot from him about everything from Partridge hunting to finding ginseng root.