Ken was on the water just a little after 7:00 with his Sailworks Retro 9.0, plenty powered. I dithered a little longer. 8.7? "No camber inducers, Grasshopper." 7.4? "Grasshopper, what did I say?" OK, 6.7! Slogged a little bit, then started getting rides. John Freed joined us on his 7.5 and it was just the three of us and 45 fishing boats. Ken sailed closed enough that one crew almost jumped overboard when their eyeballs couldn't pop out any more. No really, we were good little sailors. Upwind of boats going upwind, downwind of boats going downwind. No line hookage and got some nice waves. Kept passing one boat with Mom, Pop and little Joey all fishin' together.
Joey: "Dad, how come we don't do that sailing thing?"
Dad: "Son, they never catch any fish."
(a little later)
Joey: "Dad, when are going in?"
Dad: "When I catch my limit, boy, not a minute before."
One nice guy on the beach by us did catch his limit and was off to fry 'em up for breakfast by 7:30. I complemented him on how fast that was and then he pointed out that he'd been out there for 3 hours already. Me: "Oh". But fresh trout for breakfast did sound good!
Sailed for a good 1 1/2 hours, reasonably powered, but 7.5, and bigger boards, was clearly the call. John and Ken would occasionally sail circles around me, but as they whizzed by would offer words of encouragement and support. Least that's what I assume, I couldn't hear. Thought I heard some laughter, but wasn't sure of that either.
Died off at 9:45. Pretty fun morning all in all.
