Okay, let's pause here a moment. Punt gun: a large caliber shotgun mounted to a small boat -- a punt -- that is rowed near a flock of waterfowl and discharged. Used on the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay to supply Baltimore restaurants with large quantities of ducks and geese.
Unfortunately, there weren't many young ladies in evidence at the Baltimore Yacht Club. Pre-teen girls usually weren't of much interest to the boys, and once they became teenagers, the girls rarely wanted to hang around a boat all day with their parents. Of course, when one put in an appearance, their parents weren't enthusiastic supporters of our pursuits of them. To most of the parents of young girls, we were a bunch of hooligans. Probably a fair assessment.
As the child of an abusive parent, I was fatalistic about the girls. It's hard to muster up much faith that anyone will find you loveable when the people who should love you, your family, don't. However, that didn't keep me from becoming involved in everybody else's flings.
[Note: This will be the first time that I won't mention names to protect the innocent.]
On one cruise when I was skippering the boat, the preteen daughter of a yacht club member became enamored of a fifteen year old boy on the crew. She was seriously enamored. On one occasion, I received a radio call from her mother asking me to call the boy inside from bow watch. Her father needed to use the binoculars and he couldn't get them away from her while he was visible on deck. Unfortunately, the boy in question did not reciprocate her feelings. Inasmuch as her family was very supportive of the Sea Scouts at the yacht club, I felt it was in our best interests to keep the relationship under control. Things came to a head on the last night of the cruise. There was a dance and she wanted to go. The boy complained that he couldn't afford the price of admission, so I loaned him the money. Word reached the girl that I had paid him to take her. That didn't end as well as I had hoped.