Fishing
“Yes,” thought David, “even the worst day fishing was better than the best day at work . . .”
“Yes,” thought David, “even the worst day fishing was better than the best day at work . . .”
In spite of the salesman’s assurances, Eric was pretty sure the propeller offered for his electric trolling motor on his canoe was a little too big . . .
Fong Wa sent in his application for the Hong Kong Regatta & Boat Show early, along with the proper fee for entries in the “live-aboard” section, but when he tried to moor, he was told to leave. He wondered if perhaps he should have hired the feng shui guy his brother had recommended.
New to kayaking and navigation, Ben was pretty sure he had made a wrong turn when he saw the 631.7 miles to Cuba sign . . .
Billie knew his boat license was a month out of date (as was his fishing license), but he thought the Coast Guard was maybe a little over the top with the Shock and Awe response . . .
Though he was in a vibrant, cash-rich economy with lots of money flowing, entry into the Hong Kong Yacht Club was prohibitively expensive. Li Gao decided to go it alone . . .