NO BAD HABITS

Pleasant surprises abound during my first sail as skipper aboard my Pearson 356

- HERB MCCORMICK

THE SOUTHWESTERLY breeze had filled in nicely, and perhaps with a tad more punch than I would've hoped for; in my slip off Buttonwood Cove on Florida's Gulf Coast isle of Longboat Key, the prevailing beam-on winds had me pinned tightly against the pilings. As I scratched my chin and contemplated exactly how I might extricate myself from the dock, it occurred to me that this might not be such a great day to go sailing. It was a fleeting thought. I'd had this February afternoon marked off on the calendar for a couple of weeks, at least. It would be my very first sail, under my own command, since I'd purchased my classic old Pearson 356, August West, the previous spring. I was going sailing. I'd recruited my old mate Dan Spurr as crew, which was appropriate since I'd bought the boat from his son, Steve. Dan had logged plenty of miles on the vessel, and, for that matter, so had I, but never as its skipper. So, my mouth was a bit dry as we tossed off the dock lines and I backed into the cove. The Pearson is a notoriously poor performer in reverse,