Some of the most fun I ever had was at the back of the fleet, just trying to get past one particular boat that was always just ahead of us. On the last leg (C to upwind finish), I would tack away, he would tack to cover, then I would just keep tacking like a madman, until he blew a tack. At that point, he and his crew would start screaming at each other, each blaming the other for being in irons, and I would just sail by. Even when I told him what I was doing over the campfire, all he could say was "I know" then we'd go out and do it all over again the next day...

Of course my new highlight has to be sailing with Hunter at Madcatter this year. He's six years old, steering the Wave along the starting line before the races, and out of nowhere starts singing "Come sail away with me..."

Winning regattas is a different kind of fun.

Mike