Well, I'm not givin up. I keep talking to the local fishermen, learning from them at the same time as admiring their skill. I'm going out again late this afternoon.
It struck me that learning to handle a boat in the ocean is akin to my taking up skateboarding at a late age. Something that's really difficult, that has its dangers along with its rewards. I thought of Baryshnikov calling the exploring of the untried and difficult as "divine insecurity" (see last posting). It's when you commit. Getting into the realm of the unknown and unfamiliar, and it's scary (also exciting) because you haven't been there before and don't know what's going to happen. I love learning new things at this late age.