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I'm hoping others will run with me on this one, given that it's too cold for many of us to use our boats, and share their "Favorite Day on a Nautique." Here's one of mine...
My good buddy Jack-a-saurus Rex, the elder statesman of the Annapolis, MD area wakeboard scene, called me around lunchtime on February 21, 2002, saying that it would take him only ten minutes to uncover and de-winterize his '90 Ski Nautique and fill up a couple of fat sacks.
Not long thereafter, Jack and I were putting in this boat across the South River towards Beards Creek. It struck me then that our combined age at the time was 88 years old, and I began to wonder whether or not us old codgers were suffering from a serious bout of senility.
Maybe it wasn't 72 degrees; maybe it wasn't the middle of winter; maybe the water wasn't perfectly flat; and maybe one or both of us were destined to die of hypothermia. Well, suffice to say that heaven or **** never looked so good, whatever the case.
For crying out loud, the famous weather prognosticator Punxintawney Phil had seen his rodent shadow earlier in the month and had proclaimed to all,
"Thank God I live in the land of the free and the brave,
and that I live in a burrow and not a cave;
I been sleepin, bin noddin, bin living better than Bin Laden.
I only come out to eat and have fun,
My Groundhog Day job it to study the sun.
The sky is light, the signal is strong,
My shadow I see,
So winter will be six more weeks long!"
Notwithstanding what the king of the groundhogs, seer or seers, pontif of all the tribes of Marmota Monax had proclaimed, Jack slipped into his two-sizes-too-large dry suit (not to be confused with his much acclaimed, backup not-so-drysuit), and squeezed his feet into a pair of Hyperlite Parks bindings mounted atop his 135 Premier wakeboard. Then, Jack slid into the water and took what I suspect was the first pull of the year in our local waters. He ripped it up. We both took two pulls that winter afternoon and it was awesome.
Rhode
My good buddy Jack-a-saurus Rex, the elder statesman of the Annapolis, MD area wakeboard scene, called me around lunchtime on February 21, 2002, saying that it would take him only ten minutes to uncover and de-winterize his '90 Ski Nautique and fill up a couple of fat sacks.
Not long thereafter, Jack and I were putting in this boat across the South River towards Beards Creek. It struck me then that our combined age at the time was 88 years old, and I began to wonder whether or not us old codgers were suffering from a serious bout of senility.
Maybe it wasn't 72 degrees; maybe it wasn't the middle of winter; maybe the water wasn't perfectly flat; and maybe one or both of us were destined to die of hypothermia. Well, suffice to say that heaven or **** never looked so good, whatever the case.
For crying out loud, the famous weather prognosticator Punxintawney Phil had seen his rodent shadow earlier in the month and had proclaimed to all,
"Thank God I live in the land of the free and the brave,
and that I live in a burrow and not a cave;
I been sleepin, bin noddin, bin living better than Bin Laden.
I only come out to eat and have fun,
My Groundhog Day job it to study the sun.
The sky is light, the signal is strong,
My shadow I see,
So winter will be six more weeks long!"
Notwithstanding what the king of the groundhogs, seer or seers, pontif of all the tribes of Marmota Monax had proclaimed, Jack slipped into his two-sizes-too-large dry suit (not to be confused with his much acclaimed, backup not-so-drysuit), and squeezed his feet into a pair of Hyperlite Parks bindings mounted atop his 135 Premier wakeboard. Then, Jack slid into the water and took what I suspect was the first pull of the year in our local waters. He ripped it up. We both took two pulls that winter afternoon and it was awesome.
Rhode
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