Since I was a little kid, I’ve loved being in a boat. Not a high speed, high thrill boat, though. I’ve liked the slower speed, the ease of navigating with a paddle or steerable motor. I’ve not been into water skiing or boarding or flying over the water at super high speeds. I’ll take leisure over thrill any day.
I’ve never been much into those so called dangerous water sports. When I’m out on the open water, I would much rather relax, take it easy, and stay out of the wet stuff myself. I leave the swimming to the fish. And would much rather not be scared senseless while enjoying my time on the water like I would be behind the “wheel” of a jet ski or similar torture instrument.
I heard about the best inflatable SUP boards, and apparently they are all the rage now. Everyone seems to be wanting to jump on this bandwagon to get into this new fade on the water.
What is SUP boarding? It seems this is where you stand on a board similar to a surfboard and paddle around on the water. While this might sound more my speed, I just can’t get behind it. I can’t fish from there. There’s nowhere to put my gear. It also sounds incredibly boring.
I get the irony. Most people think sitting on a boat in the quiet for hours without a single nibble is agony. I’m not most people. I’d prefer this to most anything in the world. Guess it is just the way that I am wired. The simplicity of it appeals to me. Perhaps it is the time of quiet, nothing but my thoughts, just an opportunity to slow down and focus on just one thing. During those moments nothing else is really competing for my attention, or needs my focus, just me waiting on a bite on my line. That is why you can almost always find me in the little quiet boat, bobbing peacefully on the surface of the water.
I had a friend once that got into a serious jet ski accident when I was younger. I didn’t like them before that, but you can bet your bottom dollar I wasn’t going to put my happy hide on one of those anytime soon after that. My john boat does the trick. Without the endless dangers.
Besides, all the loud motors and big wakes scare the fish away. And then I don’t have any good stories to tell about the big one that got away. Or have any dinner. So, no loud motors for me! I’d prefer that they not even be near me, but I’m not quite that crotchety yet to demand that all risky water business be taken elsewhere. Maybe in a few years.
If that’s your thing, I don’t mean any offense. It’s truly a matter of personal preference. And I believe my preference is right.. but that’s an argument for another day. The water is sacred. Enjoy it however you like – just stay out of my way! Ha!