[Duck Butter]

Originally Posted by ChrisD

When I was around 12 my dad bought a 21' stratos bay boat. My mom wanted to fish one weekend so Dad took her out to Marsh Island to catch some reds. The winds were light in the morning, but started blowing out of the North East around 15 with gusts around 20 that afternoon. I remember the ride back being bad and recall the profanities that came from my mothers mouth that day. I look back at one point and see my mother bear hugging the leaning post and my dad smiling ear to ear. I'm not saying that he knew that those winds were going to blow that day, and I'm not saying that he intended to wait till the wind picked up before heading back to the point. But I assure you he made sure that my mom would never step foot in that boat again. He had that particular boat for another 10-12 years and I can't ever recall her even asking to go fish again.

Dad was a smart man