Ienjoyed the "Classics" article on the Sunfish [March]. I am told that when I was 2 weeks old, my dad took me sailing on our Sailfish. that when I was 2 weeks old, my dad took me sailing on our Sailfish. I later learned to sail on the same boat. It was a wooden, flat-topped boat. I believe that the name Sunfish first appeared with the fiberglass model that had a small cockpit. Thanks for the memories. Henry Hale Oxford, Maryland
THE FINAL CHAPTER
Paging through my April Soundings on the way in from the mailbox, my eyes stopped on Page 43 — the piece about the schooners Luther Little and Hesper. I think the more famous aspect of these two vessels was missed and should be shared with readers.
Once they were no longer needed, Luther Little and Hesper were beached in Wiscasset, Maine, on the Sheepscot River. Countless pictures were taken, and postcards picturing the pair sent, over the years. A sight I grew up with, as did many. To most they symbolized Wiscasset. C.L. Rankie Eliot, Maine
NO APP FOR THAT
Society has become all about gadgets. Whether kids or adults, there is usually a smartphone, tablet or other device that gets more attention than the people sitting next to them.
I’d watched my kids do this while we’re boating, never looking up to see what’s around them. It bothered me enough that three years ago I sold my Hatteras and bought a 16-foot skiff with a 40-hp outboard. I purchased a recreational lobstering license, pots, line, and buoys, and decided to do a little lobstering. I wanted my children to get out of boating what I get out of boating. I wanted them to run the boat, learn the Rules of the Road, be aware of what’s around them.
As expected, they were nervous at first, especially boating out of Point Judith, Rhode Island, where there is a lot of current and traffic. Within two weeks they started to notice not what was on their phones, but the tide, other boats, the weather. Most important, they communicated and asked questions.
They mastered the chart plotter and recorded every pot location. They noted which pots were catching and which bait was not. The allure of what might be in the pots as they came over the rail brought us back week after week — lobster, crabs, scup, sea bass, scallops, starfish and an occasional conger eel. To watch their self-confidence and respect for the water grow has been amazing.
My girls are now 11 and 17 and have put more than 2,500 miles on the skiff — and they’re ready for another season. I am so proud of how much they have learned by getting their heads out of their phones. I’m pretty sure there’s no app for that! Joe Fortin via email
PLEASE STAY ON COURSE
Politics has gotten so divisive and the culture so coarse that many of us just have to escape. One of the ways I do this is spending time on the water and delving into all things nautical, including Soundings, my favorite.
So it is disconcerting when it starts creeping into Soundings. In the April issue, the tribute to photographer Bob Grieser [“His Bark And His Bite Were Equally Friendly”] was marred by swipes at two presidents, and the “Fishing” article by William Sisson has profanity [“Tumbling Dice”]. This is the stuff many of us try to escape. Please do not let Soundings go down this path. Jan Milligan Bradenton, Florida