My Dad is my official crew, then my Brother. Dad is 71, but still game. Usually we make stories - like the day only Dad caught Chokka. Bizzare - My brother managed 1, I lost a huge one at the side, and he just filled a bucket! We still don't hear the end of that one. Dad has his seat up front, and is always the 1st ready to go when the boat is prepped (Can't seem to find him at boat washing time though) The running commentary of the 3 "boys" on the boat will remain with me till the day I die.
When we see whales, somebody drops something over the side, gets splashed, catches a fish, its all just great.
When catching Chokka, a good size one squirted a jet of water up the leg on Dad's shorts. I nearly fell off the boat laughing.
My brother gaffed my 1st yellowtail I caught off my boat, my Dad caught his 1st yellowtail off my boat. My brother his 1st snoek. All those fun memories.
What more can you ask for?
The next gereration, my 2 daughters of 3 and 6, have both been out to see the odd seal and birds close inshore (100m from the slip) They to love it, and even the odd bit of spray gets screams of laughter going....
again what more can you ask for?
I only wish I had bought a boat sooner.............