Sculling

Summering in Maine, the curmudgeon and his sainted brother were pretty adept in boat matters.  


Yes, the rowboat broke free on occasion and ended up on the shore at the head of the harbor, but we knew our bowlines.


But to sculling: that's when you stand in a very small boat and furiously scull, for reasons to this day, the curmudgeon cannot fathom, in front of said boat.


Being an energetic, and apparently quite stupid, youngster, the punt (VERY small boat) would actually catch up with the oar. It being an oar and all, it merely put the brakes on the forward motion. You either did a very delicate balancing dance, or pitched forward into 50 degree water.


Us crazy kids.


The harbor lobstermen sculled from behind, thus negating the danger.