See a few F.C boats at the ramp. Look like nice functional ,stable boats and content owners.
But Godders about a year back you talked about dropping a line into Kelly Tarltons. Maybe even after all the fines it is the cheapest way to go. No boat required.
Once you own a boat it is the beginning of the downward spiral.
It wont end with the 12 foot tinny. Before long you will hear of far off workups and giant Marlin.
Then you will want a bigger boat. The love affair will begin and that is the beginning of sorrows.
Your wife will say you love your boat more than her. You will know this when you have morning coffee with the boat and not her. And your neighbours territorial cat will smell the fish and begin to piss all over it. Your wife will say whats that smell. At that point she may leave for a surfcaster.
You will lie awake at night hearing every sound thinking someone is after your boat. So you will build a huge shed to hide it. That and all the fishing gear will see your bank account spiral down.
But you will also tire of that. You will want the ultimate
Then one day you will have it made. Your super yacht will be berthed at St Tropez. Jack Nicholson and the crowd around for drinks. You can stroll down Quai de lEpi, recline in a bar sipping your Pina Colada in the evening glow, waiting to see which celebs arrive tonight.
And then you will realize that what began with that 12 foot tinny is all vanity and illusion.
You will come home ,buy your F.C 390 and live the dream happily ever after.
But even then there will be perils. They come as fishing mates. They can be the best or the worst. Beware.
True life experience happened to me just two weeks ago. Back from fishing my "fishing mate" had all these gungy plastic bait bags he had brought along. Sent him off to find a rubbish bin. He couldnt find one. So without telling me he put them in the car behind the passengers seat. Smelly plastic bags and a half bag of unused squid. And yes he forgot about them.
Three days later with the car locked up and sitting in the hot sun she my wife gets in the car.
Cannot repeat the barrage of garbled words that came my way,but after she calmed down she said what did you do to the car.
Still getting rid of the smell and even the cat wont go near it.
So be warned-the peril of boats.