tw, our wooden sink boxes were ballasted by large smooth beach rocks under our feet. There were tollers on the wing boards and tollers strung from the wings. Sink boxes now are made of heavy fibreglass and if you've still got a hankering for it there's a guiding outfit in the harbour next to the one where I grew up on the province's Eastern Shore. There's no gunning like it in the world, lifting and falling on grey swells, at times eye-level with the birds, your chin at water-level, your body in a flat-topped pyramid encased in the sea.