A RAINY NIGHT IN BRUNSWICK HEADS.
I have mentioned the ‘night carter’s hat syndrome’, the downing of tools, the “fair weather sailors”, that was our principles. So why had we decided to venture out fishing on a crappy late afternoon?
The weather was coming away, rain was forecast, and however, no strong wind warning had been issued. The Prawn Trawlers were making their departure for a night of “reaping the bounty”, we decided to go fishing. We anchored in 13 fathoms on the NEW BRIGHTON REEF, a few showers passed, but we had our trusty rain coats, more importantly the fish were biting.
WE listened to the banter on the CB radio led by “HAVE A CHAT”, none other than PATIE WALSH. We heard some good jokes that night, mainly from Pattie. We heard the worst news possible, courtesy of Pattie Walsh, you bastard.
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
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