My father built his first 3 boats. 2 of them on our front verandah. My first boat ride (as 'me') was while I was still in a bassinet. I haven't known a day in my life without a boat.
In my family home, most of the pictures on the walls were of seascapes, or sailing boats. A friend once remarked that this house would either float away, or sink.
When I was 16, still too young to (legally) drive a car, my brother and I when 12 miles out to sea, to an island off our coast called Rottnest, and fished for the day, in our father's 14' open 'tinnie'. (Actually, we went there in that boat quite a few times.)
My first boat was a 15' fibreglass runabout, with a 150hp Mercury 'tower of power'. I eventually replaced the 150hp with a brand new 70hp, which I installed myself (in a small town 1260kms north of home!). This photo was taken about 3 days after that new engine when on.
I bought that boat's replacement before I sold it, and despite having only had it for 2 years and its big sister (yes, they are both Bertrams) already in the driveway, I still had a tear in my eye when it was towed away.
I have owned the current boat since 12 July 1986. I already dread the day someone else calls this boat 'theirs'... :Cry:
I have worked offshore (on boats) the last 29 years, at one stage I owned a boat shop. Some say that seawater is in my blood. I say, there is some blood in my seawater.
Chris.....