This discussion reminds me of a funny incident at Essex Island Marina a few years ago. Fierce wind, blustery day, wife on the mooring lines. Two dock boys (late teens) were helping us come in and called for my wife to throw them a line. You could tell because she was throwing into the wind, and maybe because she was a girl, they expected a weak throw and both held out their arms wide to grab whatever they could. Little did they know my wife was a Wisconsin farm girl who could toss hay bales and handle horses. She landed a neat coil of mooring line right in his chest. They both laughed, "good job ma'am." She doesn't change the oil filters but she can toss a line.
