wolfshadow
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Howdy folks.
Im sitting here stoned and got a little free time,so I figured I would share one of my many fishing stories with yall.
I guess the year was early 80's sometime.I had got a deck hand <A TITLE="Click for more information about job" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||job|AA1VDw">job</A> on a Long Line Grouper Boat that fished down off of Honduras
for 30 days at a time.The Old skipper was Named Pete about 60 something.Ol Pete was as SALTY as they come.Also a VERY good fisherman .One morning we was letting our gear soak and I was the first one up.The water was Slick calm,and not a bit of a wind blowing.Im taking me a leak off the stern{back} of the 58 foot grouper boat.Im half asleep and yawning and still trying to wake up when I noticed something floating slowly by.To my amazement it was A Bail of Murijuana!!.Well I got to looking and the water behind the boat was dotted with hundreds if not thousands of these bails!! The tide was running pretty hard and to jump in after the bail was not an option.In fear of being swept away with the hard runng current.I grabbed A fish Gaff and ran to the bow{front} of the boat,and sure enough!!! A BUNCH more floating "MY" way .
By the time the rest of the crew had woke up I had 8 bails of weed.Of course I only Kept the ones that floated high in the water .Well ol Pete was not with this ol evil weed.So it took some convincing from the WHOLE crew with a bonus of five grand to pete if he let us bring our "BOOTY" in.The outside of most the bails was wet.We took our sheets and put each of our wet stash in sheets on top of boat to dry in the sun.After we had convinced Pete that we was gonna make all this money,He decided to let us have the day off to party and celibrate.We rolled MANY doobies with Bugular rolling papers.Swam and had a good day.
The Next morning,I was up first again and doing my morning pee.
I was groggy eyed and heard A thump,thump,thump rumbling across the water.The Tide was at A slack tide.No water moving at all.I made out a helicopter at the water line about 10 miles away slowely comming our way.I strained my eyes against the morning sun to see the chopper.Then my Heart started beating like a big base drum..A Double propped Coast Guard Chopper AKA>Chinook
I rushed into the wheel house sceeming"Every Body up!!!! Now!!!
Hurry!! Lets scramble!! COast Guard is COMMING!!!" Every body sprang into action snatching and throwing sheets and all into the STILL water.By the time they was over us,The boat was totaly clean of weed.But the water all around us was completely saturated with pretty weed floating high in the water.The prop down wash from that chopper was crazy and the weed just blew all up on the side of the boat and stuck the sides.The cargo doors was open and there sat a man with A big camera taking pictures.
I ran in and got my camera and started taking pictuers back.Pete was talking on the radio and told them that we woke up and the weed was all around the boat.Then he went to cussing them for Blowing back on the sides of his boat
We went back to fishing.Was A LONG trip. Back in them days,was ALOT going on down in Nicaragua and when we came back thru the yukatan channel,Well we was Boarded by NAVY seals or at least I think thats what they was.
I will continue this story at another time,as I cant believe I have typed all that.
Peace all!!
<ws>
Im sitting here stoned and got a little free time,so I figured I would share one of my many fishing stories with yall.
I guess the year was early 80's sometime.I had got a deck hand <A TITLE="Click for more information about job" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||job|AA1VDw">job</A> on a Long Line Grouper Boat that fished down off of Honduras
for 30 days at a time.The Old skipper was Named Pete about 60 something.Ol Pete was as SALTY as they come.Also a VERY good fisherman .One morning we was letting our gear soak and I was the first one up.The water was Slick calm,and not a bit of a wind blowing.Im taking me a leak off the stern{back} of the 58 foot grouper boat.Im half asleep and yawning and still trying to wake up when I noticed something floating slowly by.To my amazement it was A Bail of Murijuana!!.Well I got to looking and the water behind the boat was dotted with hundreds if not thousands of these bails!! The tide was running pretty hard and to jump in after the bail was not an option.In fear of being swept away with the hard runng current.I grabbed A fish Gaff and ran to the bow{front} of the boat,and sure enough!!! A BUNCH more floating "MY" way .
By the time the rest of the crew had woke up I had 8 bails of weed.Of course I only Kept the ones that floated high in the water .Well ol Pete was not with this ol evil weed.So it took some convincing from the WHOLE crew with a bonus of five grand to pete if he let us bring our "BOOTY" in.The outside of most the bails was wet.We took our sheets and put each of our wet stash in sheets on top of boat to dry in the sun.After we had convinced Pete that we was gonna make all this money,He decided to let us have the day off to party and celibrate.We rolled MANY doobies with Bugular rolling papers.Swam and had a good day.
The Next morning,I was up first again and doing my morning pee.
I was groggy eyed and heard A thump,thump,thump rumbling across the water.The Tide was at A slack tide.No water moving at all.I made out a helicopter at the water line about 10 miles away slowely comming our way.I strained my eyes against the morning sun to see the chopper.Then my Heart started beating like a big base drum..A Double propped Coast Guard Chopper AKA>Chinook
I rushed into the wheel house sceeming"Every Body up!!!! Now!!!
Hurry!! Lets scramble!! COast Guard is COMMING!!!" Every body sprang into action snatching and throwing sheets and all into the STILL water.By the time they was over us,The boat was totaly clean of weed.But the water all around us was completely saturated with pretty weed floating high in the water.The prop down wash from that chopper was crazy and the weed just blew all up on the side of the boat and stuck the sides.The cargo doors was open and there sat a man with A big camera taking pictures.
I ran in and got my camera and started taking pictuers back.Pete was talking on the radio and told them that we woke up and the weed was all around the boat.Then he went to cussing them for Blowing back on the sides of his boat
We went back to fishing.Was A LONG trip. Back in them days,was ALOT going on down in Nicaragua and when we came back thru the yukatan channel,Well we was Boarded by NAVY seals or at least I think thats what they was.
I will continue this story at another time,as I cant believe I have typed all that.
Peace all!!
<ws>