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We were out last Sunday in quite brisk winds, working into the harbor on reefed main. The Weasel was captain, since he only likes going out on "the big boat" if it is blowing. So we pinch a bit going into the harbor, have to go in real close to shore because of a powerboat that just didn't understand that we HAD to cross him, then into the mooring field because we just were not going to make it deep enough into the harbor to get to the ball neatly. James did great job threading through the field, made a bit more challenging by an abnormal number of inflatables tethered to the sterns of their respective motherships (thus making 30 footers into a 38-40 footers). We can't see our ball, but know it is right behind a 36' Catalina. We whip around and cut the tiller, and "SURPRISE!" there, on our ball, is a guy tied up fishing! James did a quick s-curve, and I picked up a neighbor's ball. The fisherman got away real quick - we got the sails down, and then motored the 40' to our own ball. Very exciting. And a real nice recovery by the boy.
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