Keithy P
17-01-2010, 21:24
Not for the first time, I have just experienced a deep and resounding envy of both polyboat and cuddy cab owners...
Today was my half day, knock off after lunch. All day I’ve been running round doing my work, yarning to the punters and zipping around in the lodge boats, wistfully gazing at a complete glass off out to sea. Often on a half day here the sea teases you all day with perfect conditions, right up until knock off time, sometimes right up until you’ve packed the boat. Not today. It was my mates birthday to boot and we couldn’t believe our luck, just a slight ripple on the water, a full esky and as many rods and lures and tools and toys as my little dinger could carry. We steamed out the fourteenish miles to a local reef and started fishing. We tried every style, system, trick and technique in our repertoire... with not a smidgen of success. While all this was going on we vaguely noticed the dark clouds gathering around the mountains back at land, nothing to worry about, just a bit of cloud, all the way back at the mountains. So we decided we would start steaming back home and maybe give it a quick bash on a rock about half way home. So we get to the rock, out in the middle of the shipping channel then low and behold, we caught some fish! They weren’t the most prized fish, a couple of sharkey macks and a couple of bludger trevally.... All the while these clouds are growing on the mountain, getting darker, more menacing... but they are back at land, they aren’t dangerous, maybe a little irritating but not dangerous.... the sea was like a mill pond... the odd sprinkle here and there... About three miles away from shore the heavens opened, it was like Armageddon. Couldn't see a thing, the tin was going slapslapslapslap on the wind chop, every raindrop felt like it was impaling you body, nothing to hide behind, nowhere to go but home, wish I had a cuddy cab, wish I didn't feel like I am sloshing around in a washing machine driving an alfoil shoe, I don’t think Gazzas diggin his B'day right now... we didn't even catch a decent fish!
Anyway, let that be a lesson to me, the weather gods can give with one hand then slap you with the other. And just because I think something’s not going to be dangerous, doesn't mean it’s not going to suck ass!
Today was my half day, knock off after lunch. All day I’ve been running round doing my work, yarning to the punters and zipping around in the lodge boats, wistfully gazing at a complete glass off out to sea. Often on a half day here the sea teases you all day with perfect conditions, right up until knock off time, sometimes right up until you’ve packed the boat. Not today. It was my mates birthday to boot and we couldn’t believe our luck, just a slight ripple on the water, a full esky and as many rods and lures and tools and toys as my little dinger could carry. We steamed out the fourteenish miles to a local reef and started fishing. We tried every style, system, trick and technique in our repertoire... with not a smidgen of success. While all this was going on we vaguely noticed the dark clouds gathering around the mountains back at land, nothing to worry about, just a bit of cloud, all the way back at the mountains. So we decided we would start steaming back home and maybe give it a quick bash on a rock about half way home. So we get to the rock, out in the middle of the shipping channel then low and behold, we caught some fish! They weren’t the most prized fish, a couple of sharkey macks and a couple of bludger trevally.... All the while these clouds are growing on the mountain, getting darker, more menacing... but they are back at land, they aren’t dangerous, maybe a little irritating but not dangerous.... the sea was like a mill pond... the odd sprinkle here and there... About three miles away from shore the heavens opened, it was like Armageddon. Couldn't see a thing, the tin was going slapslapslapslap on the wind chop, every raindrop felt like it was impaling you body, nothing to hide behind, nowhere to go but home, wish I had a cuddy cab, wish I didn't feel like I am sloshing around in a washing machine driving an alfoil shoe, I don’t think Gazzas diggin his B'day right now... we didn't even catch a decent fish!
Anyway, let that be a lesson to me, the weather gods can give with one hand then slap you with the other. And just because I think something’s not going to be dangerous, doesn't mean it’s not going to suck ass!