I try to talk myself out of a lot of things.
One might mistake it for being cautious or safe, but I know that’s not always true.
My childhood memories on the ocean are always synonymous with some level of disaster. My brother and I look back and laugh, but I wonder how Dad felt. The old motor on the old boat undulated between not working and almost not working. So, we covered a lot of water in the kicker. Shrimping started off poorly, but eventually we ended up with a couple gallons here and there. We never got king salmon fishing down and only managed a couple halibut. As a result, I spent my teenage years at the river or in the woods though I didn’t hunt. So there’s a lot I haven’t done on the ocean. A lot.