Tuesday 8 January 2008

Deep Sea Fishing for Chickens

A friend of Shelby's Mum and Dad had offered us the use of his little boat, so we filled up the esky with grog and headed down to the wharf. We got the boat untied and fired up the throbbing two cylinder inboard diesel engine and went ..... no where....
A quick phone call to the owner taught us that the propeller is only fixed onto the prop shaft by a taper and that it had probably just worked loose. So, I was despatched over the side with an adjustable spanner and orders to not come back until I'd fixed it ( hence deep breaths in the photo ). A quick wave of the magic spanner taught the boat who was boss and we were off into the bay.
The weather was a bit overcast, but it was still a spiffo way to spend the morning. The boat wasn't exactly fast, in fact we got overtaken by a couple of smart-arses in canoes at one point, but speed isn't everything. We anchored up for a spot of lunch and then after a suitable wait, we ventured into the water for olympic doggy paddle racing, throwing balls at each others heads, diving down the anchor chain and general pratting about on the water. Athena and I had a bit of a wibble when Tristan and Shelby admitted that the water could have sharks in it....

Deep sea fishing for chickens with Cap'n Skippy...