| Random Chronicles Third Tale |
| New Hampshire Writers |
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| From the creative mind of a New England fisherman comes... |
| Out Of Order Tales From The Sea by Billy |
Alright, picture a chain link fence fifteen feet tall and as long
as a football field. 100 yards, 300 feet or 50 fathoms, what have you,
you have the dimensions of a gillnet. Now tie twenty of these together
and you now know what the length of one "string" is. Put five of
those "strings" in the net pen and you have tons of rope, mono filament and
floats. It takes up the area on deck, hm let’s think it takes up
the space of your average size elephant, probably the same weight as
well. Add on twenty thousand pounds of dead fish, slowly subtracting the
already existing 4 tons of ice. It’s melting despite the efforts of
the refer-unit. What else was there, oh ten eighteen foot tall high
flyers which are like the lobster buoys you see when you are at the beach
but you know, eighteen feet tall, metal polls for "sticks" and have a
radar reflector to help find them at night and over large distances.
There’s ten Glouster Balls, if you could imagine a good sized beach
ball!
just thicker and more rugged that will do. Chunks of rail road oh
about two feet long weighing like 30 or 40 pounds maybe and many other
concerning items adding weight to the well laden F/V Jerri Ann.
Four incredibly large smiles, aching backs, empty stomachs and
grizzly mugs sat on the dinette table bench seats. I hurt in every
thinkable, unthinkable possible place there is to hurt. My eye lashes wanted
to quit, roll over and permanently secure themselves to their near
lower relatives. I despised Joe that old, stubborn prick and Derek well,
he knew what I thought of him at that moment and let us not forget
Colin. If I hadn’t seen his brother break his hand punching him in the
head I was certain to have gave it a shot at that point. The hole lot of
them, tired ok, but how could they keep moving? Every last bit of
energy, muscle and brain I had was left out on deck like two days ago.
Romantic my ass, work like I’ve never seen was more like it. Thank god
it was summer and the seas were calm as I learned how much more fun
high seas are later down the road. Mind you I speak with a high level of
sarcasm for if the two did happen on the same trip I swear to you on !
my loving sister’s life I would never have returned to sea...ever!
The sun rose on us and bet your bippy I was there to witness two
things. First historically noting the relevance my first sunrise and
seeing first hand the world was not flat. It’s not like I thought but
whatever. Jumping out of my skin we had breakfast, yup you guessed my
first epic...yeah, yeah you get it, so we dressed put on our
skins(rubber bib pants) downed our hats, mine was a Norte Dame University hat.
Remember the white ones that became huge in the early nineties? Mine,
from Indiana, good family friends we visited often in my youth. Oddly
enough their names were Ann and Jerry, Jerri Ann get it? Overtime this
hat would take on a life and personality of it’s own. It being
unlucky to do more them rinse them off every now and again, it might have
been modified with a Budweiser label at some point too but that’s not
this story and I couldn’t find any violation of fortune.
In aw the nets were set, I watched everybody like a hawk my secret
weapon that of a mimic. I faked my way threw school fooling my minds
learning disability. try gnidaer sdrow sdrawkcab(reading words
backwards) and not getting frustrated with your teachers who think you are
trying to be difficult. It sucks and so did most of them. Colin was wicked
good and I knew if I watched closely and really listened I would catch
on. Joe was steady eddy, not too fast, not too slow set in his ways I
knew he had the knowledge of what I needed to know. Now Derek, ever
met the kid without bad luck he’d have no luck? Well, he was a little
of both but on the water, when I was aboard and he was the skipper
there was always good luck to be had. I think it’s rightly said "better
it to be lucky then good and better still to be good at being lucky"
and all of them were as I sat drained lacking fight to kick their asses
when they told me there was one more day. What?
as a football field. 100 yards, 300 feet or 50 fathoms, what have you,
you have the dimensions of a gillnet. Now tie twenty of these together
and you now know what the length of one "string" is. Put five of
those "strings" in the net pen and you have tons of rope, mono filament and
floats. It takes up the area on deck, hm let’s think it takes up
the space of your average size elephant, probably the same weight as
well. Add on twenty thousand pounds of dead fish, slowly subtracting the
already existing 4 tons of ice. It’s melting despite the efforts of
the refer-unit. What else was there, oh ten eighteen foot tall high
flyers which are like the lobster buoys you see when you are at the beach
but you know, eighteen feet tall, metal polls for "sticks" and have a
radar reflector to help find them at night and over large distances.
There’s ten Glouster Balls, if you could imagine a good sized beach
ball!
just thicker and more rugged that will do. Chunks of rail road oh
about two feet long weighing like 30 or 40 pounds maybe and many other
concerning items adding weight to the well laden F/V Jerri Ann.
Four incredibly large smiles, aching backs, empty stomachs and
grizzly mugs sat on the dinette table bench seats. I hurt in every
thinkable, unthinkable possible place there is to hurt. My eye lashes wanted
to quit, roll over and permanently secure themselves to their near
lower relatives. I despised Joe that old, stubborn prick and Derek well,
he knew what I thought of him at that moment and let us not forget
Colin. If I hadn’t seen his brother break his hand punching him in the
head I was certain to have gave it a shot at that point. The hole lot of
them, tired ok, but how could they keep moving? Every last bit of
energy, muscle and brain I had was left out on deck like two days ago.
Romantic my ass, work like I’ve never seen was more like it. Thank god
it was summer and the seas were calm as I learned how much more fun
high seas are later down the road. Mind you I speak with a high level of
sarcasm for if the two did happen on the same trip I swear to you on !
my loving sister’s life I would never have returned to sea...ever!
The sun rose on us and bet your bippy I was there to witness two
things. First historically noting the relevance my first sunrise and
seeing first hand the world was not flat. It’s not like I thought but
whatever. Jumping out of my skin we had breakfast, yup you guessed my
first epic...yeah, yeah you get it, so we dressed put on our
skins(rubber bib pants) downed our hats, mine was a Norte Dame University hat.
Remember the white ones that became huge in the early nineties? Mine,
from Indiana, good family friends we visited often in my youth. Oddly
enough their names were Ann and Jerry, Jerri Ann get it? Overtime this
hat would take on a life and personality of it’s own. It being
unlucky to do more them rinse them off every now and again, it might have
been modified with a Budweiser label at some point too but that’s not
this story and I couldn’t find any violation of fortune.
In aw the nets were set, I watched everybody like a hawk my secret
weapon that of a mimic. I faked my way threw school fooling my minds
learning disability. try gnidaer sdrow sdrawkcab(reading words
backwards) and not getting frustrated with your teachers who think you are
trying to be difficult. It sucks and so did most of them. Colin was wicked
good and I knew if I watched closely and really listened I would catch
on. Joe was steady eddy, not too fast, not too slow set in his ways I
knew he had the knowledge of what I needed to know. Now Derek, ever
met the kid without bad luck he’d have no luck? Well, he was a little
of both but on the water, when I was aboard and he was the skipper
there was always good luck to be had. I think it’s rightly said "better
it to be lucky then good and better still to be good at being lucky"
and all of them were as I sat drained lacking fight to kick their asses
when they told me there was one more day. What?