The first time I flew the hull was about two years (I was 14) ago with my crazy uncle. We had been out on the lake will mild winds, but not enough to really get the hull out of the water more than two or three inches. Well, we are getting to the other side of the lake where there is kind of a funnel made by the inlet from the river coming into the lake and I am, of course, not paying attention to the wind because I had only been sail for about 2 months and was still totaly oblivious to my surroundings. Then, all of the sudden, I hear "Are you holding on?" and whoosh out of the water with the hull. You can just imagine the wild arms swinging around because I had no balance yet. After repremanding him, to say the least, the first words out of my mouth are "lets do it again!" And that is how I became addicted to sailing.

I only feared tipping the boat and pitch poling until I did them both once. Sometimes my brother and I just tip the boat for fun. I still don't like to pitch pole because it is alot of work to put the boat back together afterward.