fisherman
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Seems innocuous, but most embarassing, scrapping on deck. My fellow scrappee made the mistake of thinking, due to my slight build, that I weighed very little, as he held me by the collar out over the rail, looking up. I instinctively stuck my foot under his crutch and up he went over my head and we both went overboard. There was a moment, a frisson of worry: our exalted skipper was courting heavily at the time and inclined to fall asleep at the wheel....had he seen us go?
Fortunately he had, and brought the boat round fairly smartly.
"Why didn't you chuck a lifering as soon as we went?"
" The tide would have taken it away from you"............Since he had the moral advantage there was no point in arguing.
Like all french built boats we had a 3 inch deckwash that shifted colossal amounts of water. Next time we were having a fight on deck, well away from the side, he joined in with the hose. We wore Vinco 27 oilers, rather like oilskin clown's trousers, narrow at the ankle, but huge at the waist. While he tussled with my oppo I stuck the hose down his trousers: almost instantly he swelled up and looked like one of those wobble-man toys that always stay upright...except he didn't. For a brief moment he swayed as free surface water sloshed about his nethers and down he went looking like you had dropped a prize goldfish in a bag on the way home from the fair.
Fortunately he had, and brought the boat round fairly smartly.
"Why didn't you chuck a lifering as soon as we went?"
" The tide would have taken it away from you"............Since he had the moral advantage there was no point in arguing.
Like all french built boats we had a 3 inch deckwash that shifted colossal amounts of water. Next time we were having a fight on deck, well away from the side, he joined in with the hose. We wore Vinco 27 oilers, rather like oilskin clown's trousers, narrow at the ankle, but huge at the waist. While he tussled with my oppo I stuck the hose down his trousers: almost instantly he swelled up and looked like one of those wobble-man toys that always stay upright...except he didn't. For a brief moment he swayed as free surface water sloshed about his nethers and down he went looking like you had dropped a prize goldfish in a bag on the way home from the fair.