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25 of mixed fish from Loch Long

25 of mixed fish from Loch Long

The boy Jud starting to redd up aboard Star of David steaming fron Loch Long to Largs 1991

    Adoration II
    Feb 09 2009 11:43 AM
    u got seen way that these days ud have police sfpa every c u next tue chasing u  ;D ;D

    quiet waters
    Feb 09 2009 12:02 PM
    ye widna get that for a month in the soon and i mean in 1991, most fun i ever had at the job was up there at midwater, us and the girl zena, in fact its that long ago that there was another pair from CN who were at the same job while we were at it, a good pair too, budgie's boat when she was under the command of someone you know well and the other boat under the command of a well known teller of tall tales, the boat itself would have been a well known sight to the younger CN skippers, lying as it was slowly disintegrating in the inner harbour outside the salesmans offices. as his brother would say "ye goat me jeck?"

    Adoration II
    Feb 09 2009 12:24 PM
    goats is that not in the dale they do something with them  ;D ;D

    quiet waters
    Feb 09 2009 12:53 PM
    ST Kilda originally or at least his ancestors were, and pity help you if you dinna order enough salt for salting your gulls when the boat came wance a year, his forefathers widna gie you a len of any!! and he'd be reportin you for climbing the cliff for eggs on a sunday while they were on the ither side of the island filling their pooches. they'd be comin hame coal loaded ye got me?
    Goat ye loud and clear Morris,  well there were aboot 15 boxes o' chats in that haul at a hunner and some quid a box. That's a wee sample o' the guid fishin's ah wuz talking aboot on thon documentary. We had 39 o hake below for 3 hours at the mooth of Loch Goil in 1990, half o them chats.  That's why there's nane noo ma loon.
    yer dvd is on its way

    quiet waters
    Feb 09 2009 02:01 PM
    the poor man on the adoration will be greetin into his soup reading that, and to think all those years ago we were closer than we thought to where the money was yet a million miles away, we did hear the rumours the back end of that year but its well documented what happened and by the time we were back at sea all notions were gone and it was the opposite side we headed for.

    i look forward to endlessly boring my kids, unless of course they choose to humour me, my 13yr old daughter wants to be a marine biologist but her uncles are trying to put her off, she is well aware that it isn't all swimming with whales and dolphins, ahe's very cynical for her age, two years ago we were at the beach and a breeze came up out of nowhere, a strong tide too, we were standing in water up to our waist when another kid got washed away, i went after him and made sure he got ashore alright, turned to see her getting pulled out to sea by the tide, by the time i got to her my legs were gone, all i could do was hang onto the board with her, we couldn't get to shore, one of the group called the services after we had been in the water half an hour without making any headway, luckily we managed to get in to the rocks and scramble ashore, next thing the seaking flew over and landed in a field nearby, i had to go and meet the pilot and coastguard to explain that we were now safe, they were very good about it and my apologies, by chance there wasanother call just two miles down the coast and they were on hand to rescue someone in real danger. reason for story? the incident came up for some reason last week and she claims she only waited with me as she knew i would never make it to shore myself, she could easily have swam ashore herself if she had needed to, me on the otherhand, i was done, i'd have drowned if she hadn't been there, and here was me thinking i had saved her!!!! she wasn't being cruel or rubbing it in, just stating the facts as she saw them, she's not going to be here to look after me all my life, feck, i hope a bloody big shark eats her!!!! horrible child, i'm sending her to helmund province for her easter hols.

    homeward bound
    Feb 09 2009 03:20 PM
    dont remember them very often over a hundred a box ,remember  getting  95 boxes   withdrawn at 3 odds a stone, everyone packed in like sodgers, had a lot to answer for the pelagic fishery ! ;D
    when you said 39 below there howard this is what entered my head, you will remember this surely. it was a story i heard often
    The Shooting of Dan McGrew
    A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
    The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
    Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
    And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
    When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and glare,
    There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
    He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
    Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
    There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
    But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

    There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
    And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
    With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
    As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
    Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
    And I turned my head--and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

    His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
    Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
    The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
    So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
    In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway,
    Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands--my God! but that man could play.

    Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
    And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
    With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
    A helf-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
    While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars?--
    Then you've a hunch what the music meant...hunger and might and the stars.

    And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
    But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
    For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
    But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowded with a woman's love--
    A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true--
    (God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge,--the lady that's known as Lou.)

    Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
    But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
    That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
    That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
    'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through--
    "I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

    The music almost dies away...then it burst like a pent-up flood;
    And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
    The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
    And the lust awoke to kill, to kill...then the music stopped with a crash,
    And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;

    In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
    Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
    And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
    But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
    That one of you is a hound of hell...and that one is Dan McGrew."

    Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark;
    And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
    Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
    While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.

    These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
    They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
    I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two--
    The woman that kissed him and--pinched his poke--was the lady known as Lou.
    Memories Nikki. He could never say it all though. Ma faither in law could do it fae end tae end. I've got the book behin me here..
    He fell oot wi me ower those hake..........   He'd steamed up and doon the loch 2 days before and never saw a thing...........  The soonder was set wrong!  Was he angry! Expect Ewan got the blame.. ;D
    Chris is moving at last, past Gib Straits goin sw at 11knots. He's been aboard for 33 days already, 25 to go...  No bad for a 21 day trip eh? He's on Safe Brasilia, which is sittin on Heavylift Falcon... He's 18 storeys off the water. She was rolling 11 deg at anchor and throwing containers all over the deck!
    I'll be glad tae see him hame, and no just cos he's gonna be loaded!   ;D
    aye howard fairly feel the roll at that height! hope they get a decent crossing. my pals down there in rio on an rov vessel. spends most o his time on ipanema beach wi his sunglasses on if you catch my drift...... ;D