Look everyone, there is Tillerman son numero dos reeling in a big one.
I recall someone who equated fishing with watching paint dry. Is it my fault that "Dos" likes to fish? It's possible that he read this blog, saw all the wahines who like to fish and decided that he'd rather hang out with bikini clad lasses than grizzled old Laser sailors. Okay, you can blame me.
Photo stolen from some crazy guy who constantly mutters under his breath.