In our case, we usually found our coaches at either the Kellogg Business School or some other graduate program. Each fall, beginning in 1992, various sailing team members would stake out the graduate school dorms, student center, parking lots, and bars looking for that one sign: a college sailing hat, T-shirt, bumper sticker, or jacket. The person would then be besieged with promises of free beer and the chance to sail every afternoon. Of course, thered be no mention of whistle blowing, mark setting, chase-boat driving, or hypothermia until the person hit the water at least once. Usually, by the time they realized how cold it would be in March, we had them hooked. We never had a spring season with less than two days of coaching each week.