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Comparing The Hurricane Seasons Of 1933 And 2005

January 3, 2018

By Paul Homewood


I have filed a complaint against the BBC for their fake claims about hurricanes the other day.

In researching, I came across one of my posts from 2015, which is worth republishing. It shows just how much observations of Atlantic hurricanes have changed over the years.


Comparing The Hurricane Seasons Of 1933 And 2005


Further to my post earlier today on hurricane trends, Chris Landsea’s paper Counting Atlantic Tropical Cyclones Back to 1900 includes this track map which rather says it all.




Now, I wonder why there were no mid Atlantic hurricanes in 1933?

And just to ram the message home, we can see that there were even more landfalling storms in 1933 than 2005.




  1. January 3, 2018 7:41 pm

    Reblogged this on WeatherAction News and commented:
    That graphic is quite eye opening.

  2. January 3, 2018 7:43 pm

    Reblogged this on Climate Collections.

  3. John Cooknell permalink
    January 3, 2018 8:29 pm

    Chris Fawkes gives his opinion, and like all experts puts his opinion forward as fact. Of course the observational record at best gives a few clues, a lot of things were unobserved in the pre satellite era.
    Jet Streams were not “discovered” till the 1930’s , but they always existed, but according to the experts it is fact that climate change is affecting jet Streams, I have no idea why they know this.

    • January 4, 2018 9:37 am

      They have put the cart before the horse.

  4. January 3, 2018 10:05 pm

    I love that graphic. If I recall, it was a part of Landsea’s reanalysis project. I was fortunate enough to have struck up a few conversations with him a few years back. My in, was that I’d been in Hurricane Gilbert in 1988, while in Cozumel, MX; he’d flown into it and, well, it’s fun talking about it. Quite the experience. Chris is a lot of fun (even plays in a band) and other then mailing me his report on Hurricane Gilbert – at some point, he emailed me the graphic, above, and a few other goodies.

  5. RAH permalink
    January 4, 2018 8:33 am

    The basic message is a simple one really. Hurricane or any tropical storm counts made prior to the weather satellite era cannot be directly compared to more modern counts. To do so is no more valid than directly comparing tornado counts taken before weather radar to those generated today. It is not hard to understand. This truck driver figured that out a long time ago. But that simple reasoning and logic eludes almost all journalists and a high proportion of climate scientists.

    It really is just a sign of their arrogance because after all the same set of people believe man can control the global climate! Some of them even believe that man is going to turn the earths atmosphere into one like that on Venus.

    It is as if they don’t even know the history of the last century. History that people still alive today lived! For example, the multiple times US fleets or fleet units in the Pacific were blindsided by typhoons during WW II.

    I am going to take the time to transcribe, with some abridgment, an account from the book ‘CLEAR THE BRIDGE! The War Patrols of the U.S.S. Tang’ By the only skipper that legendary submarine ever had, Richard O’Kane. Dick O’Kane was probably the premier submarine “ace” in the US Navy during WW II. The Japanese couldn’t stop the Tang. Her own malfunctioning torpedo, the last one she had left to fire to end her 5th and final patrol is what stopped her for good. It was while in transit to her operational area in the Formosa Strait to start that 5th patrol that Tang got caught up in a powerful Typhoon. They had intelligence that a Japanese Weather Ship was at a particular location that was more or less along their route to the Formosa Strait and went after it.

    “Only one order was possible or we’d lose the watch overboard and flood the inductions: “Button up the ship. Shift propulsion to the battery and slow to steerageway.” …….The last barometer reading before the boat was sealed , 27.8 inches; it left no doubt about the severe nature of the storm. Dawn was breaking, however, and having come this close to the reported position of the weather ship, we’d stay on the surface and search with raised scope. An attack would be impossible, but we could perhaps stay with the ship and fire later.

    It did not seem credible, but the seas increased, forcing us to run before them in an attempt to hold down the roll. Good seamanship would have dictated diving long ago and running under the storm, but finding the enemy ahead required high periscope searching and one could not dive except in the extreme. The extreme came suddenly, with violent rolls dumping me over the guardrail of my bunk onto the deck. ………

    Jones raised the search scope, saving the attack scope for business after we pulled clear of this mess. When submerged, looking through the scope gives the viewer the impression that his eye is just above the surface of the sea, at the position of the lens. When the boat is on the surface, it’s like looking out and down from a 55-foot tower. I was looking up at a single monstrous wave, so big it had normal waves on the crest, which were blowing out into spume as it rolled in. Reflexes made me duck momentarily just before it hit, and then green water, solid green sea, went over the top of everything, burying Tang scope and all. Amazingly the scope was still there when the wave rolled past. I had expected a mangled tube, if indeed it had not broken off above the roots. Jones lowered away lest the next wave finish it off.

    With a bit more speed to help the steers-man and -right after waves passed-quick scope exposures to con our stern exactly to the seas, we got the roll down to cycles ranging from 45 to 20 degrees. We knew exactly where we were, in the dangerous semicircle of a full-fledge typhoon, where the great circular winds are augmented by the advance of the storm. Our present position was untenable, for we were being pushed ahead in addition to our own turns, and our total speed likely equaled the advance of the storm. We could thus remain in this dangerous semicircle for days, even into the Ryukyus to the immediate north.

    We had long since forgone the option of diving, for our ballast tanks ere divided port and starboard and had individual floods and vents. A short-lived loss of stability accompanied any dive, and with rolls such as we were experiencing, the down tanks would flood first and could capsize the boat………..There was but on option; we had to turn in front of the seas that had just knocked us down.

    [They got the boat successfully turned 180 degrees bow towards the seas though it was a near thing and the submarine rode like a bucking bronco heading into the waves. Hours later when the waves had abated but they didn’t know if they were in the eye or were clearing the storm they opened the hatch to get a barometer reading]

    ………………………For a quick check we tried cracking the hatch to obtain a new barometer reading. It wouldn’t budge, held tight by increased atmospheric pressure. High pressure air was bled into the boat, a full half inch, to free the hatch; the barometer read 28.4. The increase showed we had missed the center but were pulling out of the typhoon on what would now be the safe trailing side, or more accurately perhaps, the typhoon was leaving us behind. ………….

    [later discussing the events with his officers in the small wardroom of the submarine]

    I recalled an experience at sea with a hurricane packing 100-knot winds and spoke conservatively when I estimated that the winds of this typhoon had half again the speed. In the height of the seas, there was no comparison. We were not guessing, for in the Quartermaster’s notebook were recorded various periods during which the scope had been completely buried, the longest being 14 seconds. Sketching the wave crests in their most modest from, and arriving at their speed from the recorded frequency, Tang’s junior officers calculated that on occasions a minimum of 40 feet had rolled above the lens of our periscope. I would not dispute their figure nor would Frank [Tangs executive officer], we had seen the waves, and 95 feet from crest to trough seemed conservative.”


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