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CATHERINE-ANNE-1979
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Another image from the same sequence as the pic posted by Big Douglas
Catherine Anne celebrating the Tarbert Seafood Festival of July 1979
Rest in peace Big Duggie. You were one of the Clyde's finest. The warmest hearted and most generous man as ever there was. I'm prood tae be yer freen'. Ye'll never be forgotten.
I heartily agree with that sentiment
He was without doubt a gentleman in the true sense
In a way he's gone to join the boat he loved so much ... he and his dad
Archie once told me: "A boat is like a woman, she's never properly dressed."
He told me that one day having just emerged from the fo'c'sl clutching a can of wax
He had been polishing everyting to within an inch of its life, ready for the following Monday's fishing
Jay
He was without doubt a gentleman in the true sense
In a way he's gone to join the boat he loved so much ... he and his dad
Archie once told me: "A boat is like a woman, she's never properly dressed."
He told me that one day having just emerged from the fo'c'sl clutching a can of wax
He had been polishing everyting to within an inch of its life, ready for the following Monday's fishing
Jay
A fine boat and a gentleman indeed, if we could only bring those days back, I remember the festivals well as they were part of my youth.
Alan
Alan
The best story I have of The Horse was back in 1993..
I was at the pelagic in Star of David in the river. Duggie and Kenny came into Rothesay with a gale of southerly wind and lay outside us. I'd just split up from my missus and was in really bad trum. Duggie saw how much of a mess I was and invited me over for dinner. It was ma birthday, 4th feb. His faither had shot and cooked a goose at the weekend.
Intae the Catherine Anne's foc'stle we went. A large dram for all hands followed by braw lentil soup. Goose and all the trummins and anither large dram. Sweet was a clootie dumplin' wi' custard, and anither dram. Then we had a cuppa, wi a dram in it.
Anither bottle was broached and emptit, perchance even mair.
I wobbled across the boats, and tae ma crews' amazement I was hauf pished, never ashore!
Rose in the morning, flat calm, hardly a movement rounding the Bogany buoy...
The phone rang... It was Duggie." Is that you at the buoy? he asked?". When I answered in the affirmative with a whisky croak he shouted " Send her oan full speed, ye'll see us on the radar"
I did as I was telt and saw a blip on the screen close in at Fintry bay. As we got closer we saw Duggie and Kenny lying tied the gither wi' the bag hanging in the block.
I pulled in at his quarter and he roared for us to pass over our hook, which we did toute suite.
They ran a lift intae the cod end and we took the strain on the tackle. As the bag climbed up Star of David's side, both crews started singin' "Happy birthday tae Harold"......
Unbelievable! It's the only time I stood at a winch bagging wi tears rinnin' doon ma cheeks.
We took anither two stoaters o' lifts and a wee drap fae his net, I think it was 43 units we boxed.
Never will I forget that morning, and the care that the big man showed for me. I was a wreck at that time, no feart tae admit it, and those boys fae Tarbert cannae have ony idea of what they did that February morning.
I've kept in touch wi' Duggie throughout his illness, and he tholed it wi ' an unbelievable toughness and dignity.
The last time I saw him was in the Beatson hospital, I took him some smoked mackerel and some herring from Ikea, blackcurrant they were... He couldnae believe it, but he relished them just the same.
I couldnae forget Duggie ever, a big dacent soft herted man, I love him like a brither. If only there were mair like him.
I was at the pelagic in Star of David in the river. Duggie and Kenny came into Rothesay with a gale of southerly wind and lay outside us. I'd just split up from my missus and was in really bad trum. Duggie saw how much of a mess I was and invited me over for dinner. It was ma birthday, 4th feb. His faither had shot and cooked a goose at the weekend.
Intae the Catherine Anne's foc'stle we went. A large dram for all hands followed by braw lentil soup. Goose and all the trummins and anither large dram. Sweet was a clootie dumplin' wi' custard, and anither dram. Then we had a cuppa, wi a dram in it.
Anither bottle was broached and emptit, perchance even mair.
I wobbled across the boats, and tae ma crews' amazement I was hauf pished, never ashore!
Rose in the morning, flat calm, hardly a movement rounding the Bogany buoy...
The phone rang... It was Duggie." Is that you at the buoy? he asked?". When I answered in the affirmative with a whisky croak he shouted " Send her oan full speed, ye'll see us on the radar"
I did as I was telt and saw a blip on the screen close in at Fintry bay. As we got closer we saw Duggie and Kenny lying tied the gither wi' the bag hanging in the block.
I pulled in at his quarter and he roared for us to pass over our hook, which we did toute suite.
They ran a lift intae the cod end and we took the strain on the tackle. As the bag climbed up Star of David's side, both crews started singin' "Happy birthday tae Harold"......
Unbelievable! It's the only time I stood at a winch bagging wi tears rinnin' doon ma cheeks.
We took anither two stoaters o' lifts and a wee drap fae his net, I think it was 43 units we boxed.
Never will I forget that morning, and the care that the big man showed for me. I was a wreck at that time, no feart tae admit it, and those boys fae Tarbert cannae have ony idea of what they did that February morning.
I've kept in touch wi' Duggie throughout his illness, and he tholed it wi ' an unbelievable toughness and dignity.
The last time I saw him was in the Beatson hospital, I took him some smoked mackerel and some herring from Ikea, blackcurrant they were... He couldnae believe it, but he relished them just the same.
I couldnae forget Duggie ever, a big dacent soft herted man, I love him like a brither. If only there were mair like him.
uncle duggie rest in peace never forget that you started me of at the fishing memorys that will last with me forever!
a true gentle gaint and a true charactor!
a true gentle gaint and a true charactor!
Duggie and James were the inspiration for the book. He helped so much with information, stories and photographs. He always had time and patience and explained the technicalities, with which I was not familiar. A true fisherman who will be very sadly missed by the many he met, he will not be forgotten.
