My father used to joke that sailing was standing in a cold shower tearing up 20’s and 50’s all the while claiming you have a good time. We sailed the Chesapeake and off the coast of Virginia. Dropping sail to take advantage of blue fish boiling after bait fish spin casting into them is something I will always remember with a smile.
Sometimes I think it it true for vintage guns and long range hunting trips that yield few birds for hundred of miles and some great walking and sights.
Last edited by old colonel; 11/20/22 02:24 PM.
