The story about his father brought back memories. My dad kicked me off the dock in a Sabot with zero instruction when I was nine. Of course the little boat went right into irons at which point my dad started yelling "pull the sheet". I had no idea what a sheet was but knew the expanse of cloth above me was called a sail not a sheet. Eventually I pulled on the only line available (the mainsheet) and as if by magic the diminutive craft started to move ahead. I recall sensing the need to counter weather helm with the tiller after which the tiny boat took off across the little lake. After some fundamental guidance shouted from the dock and practice tacking I was hooked for life. I seem to recall that first dock landing was rather rough.
The story about his father brought back memories. My dad kicked me off the dock in a Sabot with zero instruction when I was nine. Of course the little boat went right into irons at which point my dad started yelling "pull the sheet". I had no idea what a sheet was but knew the expanse of cloth above me was called a sail not a sheet. Eventually I pulled on the only line available (the mainsheet) and as if by magic the diminutive craft started to move ahead. I recall sensing the need to counter weather helm with the tiller after which the tiny boat took off across the little lake. After some fundamental guidance shouted from the dock and practice tacking I was hooked for life. I seem to recall that first dock landing was rather rough.
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