“My father was a sailor and our summer vacations were always on a sailboat. I had a little boat before I had a moped.” LittlesFatherSummerBoatVacationSailorSailboatSummer VacationMopeds Author:Ernesto Bertarelli
“Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there. My folks were Indian. Both my mother and father had Cherokee blood in them. I was born and raised in Indian Territory. 'Course we're not the Americans whose ancestors came over on the Mayflower, but we met them at the boat when they landed.” IfsRunningMotherCoursesFatherBornBloodMetsDiversityRaisedFolksTrackBoatIndianTerritoryAncestorMother And FatherBorn And RaisedRight TrackCherokeeMayflower Author:Will Rogers
“But when I saw the cursive grace of Guido Rahr's fly line writing prayers I couldn't read to the river gods of Outer Mongolia, I knew my name was written there too. Fly fishing was going to be my version of my father's sport, my nod to my Scottish ancestors and to my self, and to the fish crazed part of America I had claimed as my own.” WritingSelfAmericaFatherNamesSportsLinesMy OwnPrayerSawsGraceWrittenSeaRiversFishesVersionsBoatLakesFishingAncestorScottishFly FishingMongoliaCursiveGuidos Author:Jessica Maxwell
“The purpose of a fishing trip is not to catch fish. Bringing home meat is important, but it is more symbolic than necessary, as the new morality of catch-and-release has shown. What is important is what happens between people on fishing trips, especially between uncles and nephews, fathers and sons, old men in general and young boys in particular, it is one of the few times men are together without women.” PeopleMenImportantHomeHappensTogetherYoungPurposeFatherBoysSeaParticularSonMoralityRiversFishesBoatReleaseMeatLakesFishingOld ManUnclesSymbolicFather And SonNephew Author:Paul G. Quinnett
“When I was a young girl salmon fishing with my father in the Straits of Juan de Fuca in Washington State I used to lean out over the water and try to look past my own face, past the reflection of the boat, past the sun and darkness, down to where the fish were surely swimming. I made up charm songs and word-hopes to tempt the fish, to cause them to mean biting my hook. I believed they would do it if I asked them well and patiently and with the right hope. I am writing my poems like this. I have used the fabric and the people of my life as the bait.” PeopleIfsWritingTryingWellsLooksMeanMadeStatesPastFacesYoungUsedSongGirlFatherCausesWaterMy OwnDarknessSunSeaReflectionRiversFishesBoatCharmLakesFishingSwimmingFabricHookBaitBitingSalmonJuanWashington State Author:Tess Gallagher
“Thirty years ago, my sister, Gale (so named because a gale hit Boston Harbor the night she was born), some friends and I stole a boat in the middle of the night and sailed it out of the Santa Barbara harbor. Suddenly we were becalmed and the current began pushing us toward the breakwall. With no running lights and no power, we were dead in the water. Out of that darkness a steel hull appeared: it was the local Coast Guard cutter. My father, stern-faced and displeased, stood in the bow.” YearsLightRunningNightFatherWaterBornDarknessMiddleYears AgoCurrentsLocalsBoatThirtyPushingMy SisterBowsSteelCoastBostonSantaHarborsThirty YearsMiddle Of The NightGaleBarbaraCuttersHullSanta BarbaraCoast Guard Book:A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning Source: A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning
“Sailing became one of the mainstreams of my life. I suppose my father was an influence. I remember seeing a photo of him at home sailing a big boat to Bermuda in his 20s. I still have it.” StillsHomeBigsRememberFatherSeeingInfluenceBoatMainstreamSailingBermuda Author:David Crosby