Now you know how to properly tell a sea tale. It begins thusly: No sh*t, there I was...the wind was gusting at fifty knots, and the Captain sends us up to reef the sails..".
Five foot chop isn't so bad, unless you're in a small craft, which we were. It was -- IIRC -- something like this Boston Whaler (http://www.whaler.com/Rec/default3.asp?boatid=17&content=). we had enough room for 6 people and our trawling gear, plus assorted biological sampling equipment.
No sh*t, there we were, dragging our trawl through the river near the Bay, when we snagged something that didn't move. We backed and pulled and nothing happened. We ended up cutting the lines and letting our nets go, we couldn't even lift whatever it was that we caught. Personally, I think we found Jimmy Hoffa. ;-)
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Date: 2008-06-29 02:15 am (UTC)Five foot chop isn't so bad, unless you're in a small craft, which we were. It was -- IIRC -- something like this Boston Whaler (http://www.whaler.com/Rec/default3.asp?boatid=17&content=). we had enough room for 6 people and our trawling gear, plus assorted biological sampling equipment.
No sh*t, there we were, dragging our trawl through the river near the Bay, when we snagged something that didn't move. We backed and pulled and nothing happened. We ended up cutting the lines and letting our nets go, we couldn't even lift whatever it was that we caught. Personally, I think we found Jimmy Hoffa. ;-)