Do you live for spring when the boat goes in the water? Do you suffer from post-boating-season depression when she is hauled back out in the fall? Do you ever wish, just once, that instead of hauling and dreaming about "next year" that you could just keep going and put a little water under your hull on a slow boat south? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to float down the mighty Mississippi River like Tom Sawyer on his raft, or look up from your aft deck at the Blue Moon of Kentucky? Dreamed perhaps, of feasting on grilled catfish in Tennessee and then heading off to catch a show...