Mid-life Crisis: I Don't Think So

I finally--finally!--got the boat of my dreams last weekend. Yes, after at least 10 years of repressed boat lust I am now the proud owner of a Hewes Redfisher 18 foot flats boat.

My wife has been pretty patient with me as I went into the death throes of satisfying my long repressed urge for this particular boat. Lucky for me the funding for said boat is possible without having to dip into the regular household income. It's taken me about 5 years of really hard work, but I now get enough of an income stream from various web and writing ventures to make the boat possible. So bully for me I say.

My wife's friends and coworkers seem to ascribe this to a mid-life crisis of some type. Really ladies. A man needs a dream, so don't begrudge me a toy that I've worked really hard to get, OK? And this isn't some froo-froo sports car or overly loud motorcycle. This is a boat. And not just any boat, OK? I went to the factory 8 years ago to check out this very boat, and I've been wanting one badly since. So I'm not suffering from declining testosterone levels that grip me in an urge to find something--anything--that will let me reclaim my lost virility. Really.

Just wanted to be clear on that.

Oh yeah, here are some photos of me and the family out on the new boat. See? It's a family experience thing. Not that I won't be out early tomorrow morning with Fishing Buddy Fred chasing spinner sharks down the beach mind you.