I don't like to make fun of people. In person that is. On this blog? Well, that's another story. But this particular sailor knew he had it coming the second he emerged from the companionway dressed like this.
Granted, it was windy and everyone knew it was going to be a cold night. And, doubly granted, every boat has one guy who has a hat like this. But, the lobster claw? Why would you steer a boat with lobster claws? Strike that, HOW do you steer a boat with lobster claws?
Keith was warmer than most of us that night. But at what cost?