This may not sound as funny to everyone as it was to me, but what the heck.
I decided it was time to get my boat wet. After all these years I finally owned a seaworthy vessel, even though it is a class D boat. So I got all my stuff together and headed for Richards Bay with the wife and kid – 20 months old. I hooked up with a Sea Line buddy and we were ready to go, I have done all the preparation at home back in the good old Transvaal and was so exited, for ones I do not need to spend a bag of money on a charter.
So off we go 05:30 in the morning launching from the RBSBC, and low and behold, as soon as we hit the open water the dear old Yammy though it best to start acting up. Lucky for us it didn’t die completely and we were able to turn it around and limp back to the club – beats using ores to try and get back.
So like any respectable DIY man I got down to business and tried to fix the motor, carbs, heads, plugs, the whole nine yards.
The next day the misses had it that she and the baby will brave the elements with us and she needs to get into the action as well. We hardly put the boat to water and she was on it – child in hand. Hey; who am I to complain, nice to have a family outing. Johan got on and off we go, only to have a repeat of the same conditions 10m from the jetty. So we decided to fish the harbor, better than noting I suppose.
Throw down the anchor at a designated spot and started to fish. ON DAD! (The wife) she was up front and me at the back. She was holding the child on her lap when she hooked up and basically threw the poor kid at me over an 18ft distance. Next thing she started winching what ever she had on up to the boat. Deaf to my pleading to take it slow, get the feel and all that nada-nada. I was standing behind her at this time, kid in my arms, being a good companion and supporter. As nature always does; it threw down the Ace.
The next moment Mr. Eel came flying over the side! That scared the living daylight out of her. Threw the rod to Johan, ram me (with child in hand) out of the way with such a force I nearly went over board, ran to the back of the boat, jumped on the side rail and screamed – “what the hell is that! Get it away from us!â€
Now the two of us couldn’t hold back and started laughing at her with the poor old Eel flapping on the deck in frenzy almost as hysterical as she was. Took almost 5 more minutes to get ourselves and the poor fish under control and release it back into the water.
That was not the end of all the day’s fun though. We kept on fishing and a big cargo ship passed us with both tugs next to it. Ok, so there were some big waves heading our way. As we started rocking she turned from white, to red, to green and I am sure I even saw some purple in between. Sweat started pouring down her face and all the other symptoms most 1[sup]st[/sup] timers experience.
No one messes with a woman in a foal mood, and she was quite serious in that she thought it is time to return to shore. So who were we to argue and all that was said was done. We headed back out and continued fishing.
Later that night, sitting at the camp and making light conversation she asked me – “is being with me that bad? Am I not good company or do I irritate you?â€
Now strike me down with a feather but I did not know what the heck was going on. “Why?†I asked in amazement.
Came the reply in all seriousness – “well I can not for the life of me believe that it is better to be out there in those conditions than to spend time with me.â€
I decided it was time to get my boat wet. After all these years I finally owned a seaworthy vessel, even though it is a class D boat. So I got all my stuff together and headed for Richards Bay with the wife and kid – 20 months old. I hooked up with a Sea Line buddy and we were ready to go, I have done all the preparation at home back in the good old Transvaal and was so exited, for ones I do not need to spend a bag of money on a charter.
So off we go 05:30 in the morning launching from the RBSBC, and low and behold, as soon as we hit the open water the dear old Yammy though it best to start acting up. Lucky for us it didn’t die completely and we were able to turn it around and limp back to the club – beats using ores to try and get back.
So like any respectable DIY man I got down to business and tried to fix the motor, carbs, heads, plugs, the whole nine yards.
The next day the misses had it that she and the baby will brave the elements with us and she needs to get into the action as well. We hardly put the boat to water and she was on it – child in hand. Hey; who am I to complain, nice to have a family outing. Johan got on and off we go, only to have a repeat of the same conditions 10m from the jetty. So we decided to fish the harbor, better than noting I suppose.
Throw down the anchor at a designated spot and started to fish. ON DAD! (The wife) she was up front and me at the back. She was holding the child on her lap when she hooked up and basically threw the poor kid at me over an 18ft distance. Next thing she started winching what ever she had on up to the boat. Deaf to my pleading to take it slow, get the feel and all that nada-nada. I was standing behind her at this time, kid in my arms, being a good companion and supporter. As nature always does; it threw down the Ace.
The next moment Mr. Eel came flying over the side! That scared the living daylight out of her. Threw the rod to Johan, ram me (with child in hand) out of the way with such a force I nearly went over board, ran to the back of the boat, jumped on the side rail and screamed – “what the hell is that! Get it away from us!â€
Now the two of us couldn’t hold back and started laughing at her with the poor old Eel flapping on the deck in frenzy almost as hysterical as she was. Took almost 5 more minutes to get ourselves and the poor fish under control and release it back into the water.
That was not the end of all the day’s fun though. We kept on fishing and a big cargo ship passed us with both tugs next to it. Ok, so there were some big waves heading our way. As we started rocking she turned from white, to red, to green and I am sure I even saw some purple in between. Sweat started pouring down her face and all the other symptoms most 1[sup]st[/sup] timers experience.
No one messes with a woman in a foal mood, and she was quite serious in that she thought it is time to return to shore. So who were we to argue and all that was said was done. We headed back out and continued fishing.
Later that night, sitting at the camp and making light conversation she asked me – “is being with me that bad? Am I not good company or do I irritate you?â€
Now strike me down with a feather but I did not know what the heck was going on. “Why?†I asked in amazement.
Came the reply in all seriousness – “well I can not for the life of me believe that it is better to be out there in those conditions than to spend time with me.â€
