A tale of a faitfull trip, went out on Sunday with two mates and started a lesurily troll about 300m of bluefish. The fishing was excellent in a couple of hours we had relased 10 rats including double hookups, then went to the secret honey hole and got some ripper tailor and more kings. I was really excited for my two mates as it was their first time on the high seas and to put them onto some great fish gave me a lot of satisfaction. Every thing was going great and we stopped to release
another double hook of kings, then I noticed a trickle of water comming in the stern. This is were the shit starts to hit the fan, thinking ive been a spoon and left the bung out I dive over and check the transom while I direct andy to hit the bilge. Every thing looks hunky dory so I jumped back in, but by this time the trickle has turned into a torrent : Within fifteen seconds the boats well and truley in trouble and i tell the boys to jump ship five seconds later she's under. I re surface and despretley look around for the boys, then Andy resurfaces as white as a ghost except for a horrific gash from eyebrow to hairline and one just as bad on the shin where he has had to rip a fish hook 7/0 out of his leg. Wheres Nash? Shit still in the cabin as the boat dips beneth the briny : Totally freaking out for the safety of Nash I peer into the water looking as the boat slips under then suddenly see nash burst through the cabin door and surface. Nash is Indian descent but when he hit the surface he was whiter than Michael Jackson. With Nash in shock and throwing up constantly and Andy in a very bad way with nasty cuts our situation was grim. Suddenly the lord played the crulest trick of all when the dunny floated back up to the surface we all had a good laugh and the jokes about shitting ourselves and who was going to use the toilet for a flotation device came thick and fast. THe shitter couldnt have come up at a better time as it helped calm all of our nerves. We then began Floating along thinking what the ---- are we going to do when our saviour arrived. A guy with his mate and son spotted us and pulled us all on board, thank christ we all made it I thought. As a foot note guys, the bloke who saved us had earlier crossed our trolling lines tangiling the lot, although mildly irratated I kept calm and didnt throw any crap their way, later they helped save me and my mates lives and if they read these post I thank them from the bottom of my heart. Just goes to show that being calm and nice to a stranger, even when you might have cause to get the shits can pay divedends. Ive lost evrything and im feeling pretty glum wallet, phone, every bit of tackle I own, rods, reels, my beloved boat sally that id just spent four years of blood, sweat and tears into restoring : . But, most importantly ive still got too great mates and I didnt have to go home and tell their wives that they wernt with me. Guys let me tell you unless youve been through what ive just been through you wouldnt belive how quick a boat can sink. I dont know what caused it and it was over that quick that I didnt get to use life jackets, make a radio call, use my epirb, nothing. Every body when the shit hits the fan you better have your saftey drill down pat beacuse about 30 seconds is all the time youll get to try and save a life or two. Please guys for me go out this week and just run through a drill of what you would do in an emergancey, my tip is before you think about saving your boat get your saftey gear and people on board sorted out first. :