The gun went super early,by our standards.The bus was to depart the wharf by 7am.
Gary was up and Ben started breakfast,Josh told me later Gilly slept through a series of alarms.
I was still in my bunk doing my blog.
It seems most people grabbed a bite on Masterpiece before setting out.
We had breakfast and waited expectantly for the Enzed hose man.Solquest departed and still we waited.
Josh went up town to get a few things.At about .7.30 the hydraulic hose fellow had called and said he had a callout and would be late.No schedule given.
Ben and I went for a walk along to the old wharf as he claimed he heard cows mooing.Might see the new race working .Must have good ears,the nearest cows about five miles away up on the hill near the Telegraph Station.
We walked out to the original breakwater and marveled at its size.How on earth did they make it all those years ago and how big were the seas which have rearranged some of the big boulders!
On our way we stopped to speak with a fisherman on a rather tired cray boat.He called up a couple of days ago to report he was coming in with an injured deck hand.He arrived the night before and managed to get a thickset woman up the ladder onto the dock where some people met her and made her hobble along the wharf with a bandage up to her knee.Fell over and badly gashed her leg we heard.
Being the next morning I asked him how his wife was and he answered,not my wife only my decky.Got to find another one.Good luck Mate,that boat was a mess.
Ben helped him tie up to his satisfaction,he had to go out last night as he had not unloaded and his crays were suffering in the warm wharf water.
We returned to the boat when the hose man called up to say he was on his way.I had had trouble understanding on the phone as his accent was a bit different and I got chapter and verse of what he was up to.Something about Chinese metric threads on a hose end.
Well all was about to be revealed.He turned up and quickly made a new hose for us.
It turned out he was born in Russia and educated in the USA ,decided he did not like either so moved to Smihton and married with a little girl just getting her first tooth.Not much sleep last night.
The people at the Enzed store would not believe him when he gave them the measurements of the hose fitting thread.He was having a bad day.He was just the build you would expect a Russian to be and a really nice bloke.
The client,Impact solved the problem by bringing another loader up from Burnie,no quick solutions there.
We left Stanley a little after midday and headed for Telegraph Bay on Three Hummock Island.
Garth called up to say they had arrived after a beautiful sail.We were not so lucky,the South Westerly had freshened up as forecast and was now 25 knots gusting 30.Added was the fact it is fairly shallow across there and the first half is seven miles offshore and the last half fourteen we were copping it a bit.
Arrived ok and had some lunch,Josh had bought a sourdough loaf of bread that morning and he found quite a few bits of this and that in the fridge.
Ben put the net in and went for a dive,he is getting good at finding abs now and soon came back with some.
We had a nana and as time was getting on he and I pulled the net,nothing not really what we wanted.I was keen to put the cray pot in where I got the biggest one ever last year bit seeing we had no bait and the weather was completely wrong I reluctantly passed the spot and went round the top of the Island.
Rod and I had decided we would try to lay in Spies Nook for the night if possible or Coulomb Bay if not.
We went ahead and found the latter to be the best option as there was too much roll in the nook.
The wind is expected to come more East in the morning so Coulomb it was.
We passed a Cray boat anchored in Rape Bay and a yacht heading in there.As we came up the coast he had all his pots scattered about and I took note of where they were.Apart from my jackpot last year I have not had success here.
Ben managed to catch one small winter brim so we put it in the pot and set it off the point , do not expect too much but you never know.
We anchored away from Solquest and had a beer to celebrate.Well anyway had a beer.
They called up,we have been calling you quite a few times,I had turned the radio down when I was rudely awaken by fishermen chatting and moaning about poor catches when having a nap.
Would you like to come over for dinner?Ross is cooking.A real Chef,how could we refuse,what is the menu we asked,Ross rattled off some garbage so we accepted.While over there Rod said have you seen Garth's video? No we said so he trotted out a video case with some movie with Sandra Bullock in it,looked like a love story to me! He opened it up and there was no disc in it,claimed it was like it when he broke the seal,bought it when I got this new tele thought I would try it out!A bit weird if you ask me.Garths only video.
Had a pleasant evening and into bed not too late,most people tired.
Solquest departing Stanley.Tide about half.
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