Wild at Heart, my Hunter 25.5, has served me well over the past two-and-a-half years. It’s been a short but intense run.
The previous owner, Doug, who moved to Panama recently, owned her twice. His ownership is more storied than mine.
Doug was married aboard Wild at Heart on Lake Travis, anchored off Starnes Island.
I had Doug on the boat with me a few months ago. In fact, it was that day she sailed her best speed under my ownership, 5.9 kts. Not bad for a mid-eighties wing-keeled cruiser.
I’ve had a ton of fun over these past two-and-a-half years. I got to sail her more frequently than I deserve. And I was fortunate to see Lake Travis rise over fifty feet after the Memorial Day rain. Well, I should temper that. That was a brutal flood. We sat stunned in front of the TV when those storms came through in May. Several people died in the Hill Country that weekend.
I had my own drama on Wild at Heart. Early in my ownership, I nearly ruined my right hand swapping outboard motors. In a freak mishap, my hand got stuck between the 90-lb. motor and the mount, resulting in a trip to the Round Rock ER, several stitches, a visit to the hand surgeon, and luckily no severe surgery-requiring damage. I have a nice scar to show for it. I sometimes tell people it’s my “shark bite” scar. More than a few have believed me (at first).
I’m happy with cockpit paint job I did with the generous help of my friend Dave Huber. After reading about fiberglass deck refurb in Sail Magazine and other places, we launched into the job last year. As always, it took more time and effort than I guessed it would. After much sanding, chipping, vacuuming and brushing it came out pretty good. And so she’s cleaner and shinier than most other mid-80s boats.
I guess they call it “two foot -itis” for a reason. I’m moving up to a larger boat with a few of the features I’ve been wanting. The one I have my eye on is twenty-seven feet, exactly two feet larger.
I’ll miss that little boat, but I know she’ll make her next owner happy too.