last May, as a matter of fact.

It happened like this........

I was at a gathering of folks who participate in another newsgroup which
shall (for the moment, anyway) remain nameless. Over the course of the last
ten years or so, bunches of us have gotten together numerous times all over
the U.S., Canada, and parts of Europe, to engage in a number of activities
we enjoy. Exactly what those activities are I will leave to others
(assuming any of them show up here and feel a need to bear their breasts) to
describe in detail. Suffice it to say that they typically include fishing.
Anyway, back in May, one of the frequent participants (who happens also to
have become a good friend) finally carried through on a perennial threat to
bring along a couple of kayaks, and we spent a wonderful day.....in the
company of some other good friends..... floating down a river, making
frequent stops to get out and fish promising looking riffles, holes, pools,
runs, etc.

I was so enthralled with the whole event that within 48 hours of arriving
back home at the end of a week long romp, I went out and bought a 9.5'
Perception Sundance (as close as I could come to the boat I'd used) and a
paddle, and went for a float down a local river. This was fun, but without
the fishing, it just wasn't the same.

So........

I went out on Lake Michigan and promptly shipped about 6 cubic feet of water
over the bow when the first 6 inch wave broke over it. "Hm......," thinks
I, "this won't do at all, at all". So, I went back to the store and bought
a spray skirt. "AH!, that's more like it!"

Since then, I've spent a couple hundred hours out on the big lake and
covered as many miles. I've paddled pretty much the entire shoreline from
the Illinois/Wisconsin state line to Sheboygan, and stopped for lunch at the
Rock Bottom Club on the Milwaukee river.

Big waves are FUN!

Um........I guess I don't have any questions.......right now.

Wolfgang
hey, charley..........you were right!