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one of my favorite seine boats in the SE Alaska fleet, The Defiant.
Mt. Edgecumbe volcano in the background, Sitka Sound, Alaska.
DISCLAIMER:
If I miss saying thank you to fave adders and commenters, it's not because I'm snooty. I'm out on the fishing grounds till mid September and will have limited time online.
So THANK YOU ahead of time, because I will be uploading shots of my fabulous, glamourous, odiferous life and spectacular surroundings as I'm able. I do appreciate the lookers and the takers, your attention means a lot to me!
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It's been a week now. My right 4th piggie is still protesting having had a scupper door dropped onto it from 20 ft above onto the boat deck. My left pinkie has a cocoon of waterproof tape and gauze around the end from an argument with a fillet knife. Okay, the fillet knife was a little bit overkill to use for making a ham sandwich but you improvise when you have to on a boat. I am multi-color polka dotted from assorted bruises on my arms, legs and head after the three days it took to get all the equipment on board and hooked up.
My favorite crewmate? He's the poster child for "Any job worth doing is worth doing three times." I got the pleasure of spending two hours in the bait hold with him trying to show him how to hook up the circulation pump. He was in charge of hooking it up. He's done it before. You'd never know it. He dropped the pipe on my bad toe 4 times; the socket driver, twice. I have 9 others, but he attacked my injured one over and over. Three times tying the boat up, he let the line go overboard because he didn't hook the eye of the line around the kleat first. Basic seaman stuff. Now I remind him before we land, to hook the eye. If he doesn't retain the information soon, I may hook his eye with my left. Yesterday I had to make a point of the fact that I don't enjoy smelling his foul socks all night long, while they lay there on the foc'sl floor. He had a pile of them put on his pillow. He popped off with a "Did you change your underwear today?"...WYF?...."um, yeah and I didn't leave them laying next to your bunk for you to inhale all night!" Although, he'd probably consider that aromatherapy...the point IS...you know the point. He doesn't.
I won't bore you with the other 900 Laurel and Hardy instances.
We are already fighting over who gets to throw Buck overboard and who gets to hold him under. I'm definitely staking claim on holding him under. Much more satisfying.
Fishing is a bit slow, but that's normal for the beginning of the salmon run. The weather hasn't been all that great for pictures, but it's still nice for Southeast Ak. Looks like we have a few days off before we're back out on the grounds, so I'm off with my camera to make like a tourist. More misadventures, later.
Remember boys and girls, don't be a Buck.
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"I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
and its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Save the starry sky above
Tomorrow I will be loosened
from bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me
will fall away at last
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
you in my arms"
The Waterboys
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