Arturo, reminds me of the time
we entered our daggerboard Macgregor 26 in our harbor's distance race on the Alton Pool of the upper Mississippi. The winds were light, and we were sneaking upriver in the counter-current along the bank. To make our mark, we cut across the sunken island. (Sunken when the Corps of Engineers built the dam that makes the Alton Pool.) We had the board up and the rudder dragging. What we didn't realize was that our nearest competitor, a Cape Dory Typhoon, had been following us for over an hour, and kept following us. We drew about a foot and a half with everything up, he had a full length fixed keel at just over three feet. We made the mark and headed back downstream for the trophy, they spent about 45 minutes trying to get out of the river mud before throwing in the towel and starting the motor. And they really think we got them stuck on purpose!Hate to put a Mac photo on the Hunter board, but this was when they still made sailboats, not hybrids!