As a lightweight guy, I got into being a bowman fairly early on, I guess, when it comes to racing sailboats. But really, I was never any good.
I suspect "adequate" may have been a better description, although I am sure "braindead" and "idiot" may have been tossed about by folks in the vegetable bin. I think the pinnacle of my gigs on the bow was winning the J105 class at Screwpile one year, on VELOCE. Maybe a 2nd at St Pete NOOD one year, racing with Tom Schock.
Anyway, imagine my delight at being on 7-8 different bows to move boats off their moorings on a perfectly gorgeous Fall Saturday. I got to scurry around cleating and uncleating tow lines and dropping moorings and picking up moorings with absolutely NO PRESSURE!
It reminded me of how much I miss FrontierLand and how hard it has been transitioning back to FantasyLand.
We also tried like the devil to free a chain of floating docks from being impaled on one of the vertical pipes that keep them in place. The incredibly high tide this past week had floated these docks off the pipe! So image a couple dozen folks employing various devices, an A-frame, levers, chains, etc., trying to get the g.d. dock off the pipe.
With failure being written at every attempt. I think they finally cut a new hole in the darn thing.