Meet Angus!

Vital Stats

Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Height: 5" 9"
Weight: 200
DOB: August 27, 1980
Place of Birth: Barnstable, Massachusetts

General Background:

As you may have guessed from my name, I am of Scottish descent! I was born and raised on Cape Cod in a large extended Scottish-American family that goes back in the area to the 17th century. I followed in my father's footsteps as a commercial fisherman, and now own a small fleet of fishing boats that runs out of Orleans, Massachusetts. I had the good fortune to get a degree in business management, and that has helped me a lot in building a successful business, even with all of the new restrictions of where you can and can't harvest fruites de la mer. If you have seen the movie, "The Perfect Storm," you can get a pretty good picture of my work life and the community I live in (for better or worse)!

What I Look For In A Woman:

As with most "men of the sea," one of the most important things I look for in a woman is independence and understanding as I spend up to a week at a time offshore chasing swordfish! As for physical attributes, I like my girls short with a bit of meat on their bones. I.Q? Well, I am pretty flexible on that as long as she has a good head on her shoulders, likes to have conversations about a good variety of topics, but no so smart that she always beats me at Scrabble!



Hobbies:

My biggest hobby is restoring vintage wooden racing sailboats from the 1920s and 1930s. This is a great hobby for me during the winter months when the fishing fleet is in drydock, as I have a large old barn with good heaters right outside my back door. One of life's greatest satisfactions for me is to find a 60 year old dilapidated racing boat (there are a LOT of these on Cape Cod), bring her home, strip her to the bare hull, and bring her back to her original glory. I generally restore one racing boat per winter, race her in the local regattas the next summer, sell her in the fall, and repeat the process the next winter with a new "This Old Boat" project.

Favorite Experience:

Several years ago, I had just finished up restoration on a 1929 vintage "Wianno Senior" 27-foot racing sloop (link to photo, attached). At the time, I was dating a smart young lass named Patty (yes, another Scot)!, and she was a very experienced sailor and racer. With great enthusiasm, she signed on as my "first mate" (well, only mate as a Wianno only needs to people to crews it) for the annual race from Hyannisport to Nantucket. Race day was fair weather with a beautiful 12 knot westerly wind that let us sail on a broad run the entire course. The boat responded beautifully to Patty's sail trimming and we won our class by a length, beating out a Kennedy Clan youngster. Now, for the favorite experience part: The next morning, the weather had turned foul. Thick fog, variable shifting light winds; the kind of weather that all sailors despise. Over the course of twelve hours, we muddled our way back in the direction of Cape Cod, but as darkness fell, the rain began and although we had a good compass, pretty much had no idea where we were. So, with Cape Cod beacons in site, and for fear of hitting a sand bar or reef, we found a little inlet to tuck into for the night. We had no real idea where we had dropped anchor, but settled down for the night with what we had on hand — a box of crackers and a fifth of 12 year old single malt scotch. Within an hour, as you can imagine, we were both pretty much intoxicated and all inhibitions were out the porthole! But, at least the rain had stopped, so we went up on the foredeck to get some air, get off our wet clothes and enjoy the night together. We made passionate (although somewhat drunken) love for most of the night. The really athletic kind of love-making that at times included making use of the many ropes and winches available on the mast! We fell asleep, naked on the foredeck and, much to our surprise, this is what we woke up to in the morning: