Hey Smacky, I got one for ya.
Went out Sunday with the wind blowing like stink out of the North. On Michigan that means three hundred miles of fetch. My guests on board invited a guest, so the first guest said "It doesn't look too rough," as we were leaving the harbor and headed to the outer breakwall. I knew better, I say, "Just wait till we clear the breakwall." Again he says something about how it doesn't look "That Bad."
Julie (my wife) asks me if I want the dodger closed up, me seeing my guest sitting there who is saying its "Not so bad", I say no leave the dodger open hoping to teach my guest a lesson.
Not fifteen minutes later we take water from the bow to the cockpit. Only problem was that it missed the intended target.
Of course after that the dodger was closed.
Beating back in to port, we hit a wave with the bow just right and I am telling you, that sucker shot up into the air ten feet over the deck.
I was thinking my good friend Smacky would be enjoying this.
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