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I feel so among friends when I hear them. When you're out their alone taping up your ribs, digging for the first aid kit, swimming after your boat, wading with a bow line in your teeth like Bogart in African Queen, sad about the gouge you just put in the gel coat, pulling your boat from the mangroves while your buddy keeps aligator watch, etc., you feel like a knuckhead. Then when you see what we have all done collectively, you realize you are a member in good standing with an entire collection of folks that have had similar "learning curves". At least we are all alive to tell the tales. Speaking of tales, remember the tradition. The more time that passes between the incident and when you retell these experiences, tradition holds that the waves get bigger, the winds stronger, and the boats smaller.
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